"Sir Philip and his eldest son."
"And Oswald Cray?"
"Of course. He came down on purpose."
"My goodness! And so they met! How did they behave, Richard?"
"Just as the rest of us behaved. Did you suppose they'd start a quarrel?"
"I was sure of it. I knew they would never meet without starting one. Nothing less could come of Oswald Cray's proud spirit and the manner they have treated him."
"At sea as usual, Bettina. Do you think they'd quarrel there?--on that solemn occasion? Oswald Cray and Sir Philip are proud enough, both of them; but they are gentlemen--you forget that, Bettina. I think Oswald Cray is about the least likely man to quarrel that I know, whether with Sir Philip or with anybody else. Your proud man washes his hands of people whom he despises; but he does not quarrel with them."
How singularly true were the words in regard to Oswald Cray! It was as though Dr. Davenal had worn in that moment the gift of prevision; "Your proud man washes his hands of people whom he despises."
"And how is her money left?" continued Miss Bettina. "To the Stephensons?"
"No, she has not made a just will. It is left to----to a stranger. A stranger in blood."