"No; she lives with old Lady Leroy, up at Redmon."
"Where is Redmon?"
"About a mile from Speckport. Natty walks it two or three times a day, and thinks it's only a hen's jump. Redmon's a fine place."
"Indeed."
"Not the house exactly—it's a great barn—but the property. It's worth eight thousand pounds."
"So much?" said Captain Cavendish, looking interested. "And who is Lady Leroy?"
"The wife—the widow of a dead Jew. Don't stare, she only gets the title as a nickname, for she's the greatest old oddity the sun ever shone on. She's a cousin of Natty's mother, and Natty is to be her heiress."
Captain Cavendish's eyes lightened vividly.
"Her heiress! Is she very rich, then?"
"Immensely! Worth thirty thousand pounds or more, and the stingiest old skinflint that ever breathed. Natty has been with her over a year now, as a sort of companion, and a fine time she has with the old toad, I know."