“Revenge. He means to turn the Rileys out of Woodbrook; at least so I am informed.”
“Can you trust your informant?”
“Fully; there is, I think, not the slightest hope of”—Grace hesitated; she could not say, “his being mistaken,” and she would not say, “her;” so she altered the form of her sentence, and finished it by adding, “there cannot be any mistake in the matter.”
Mrs. Hartley lay back in her chair and thought in silence.
She was quick enough to grasp the whole meaning of Grace’s communication, and she understood sufficient of legal matters to comprehend how to a certain extent the desire of Mr. Brady’s heart might be compassed.
“What can be done?” Grace asked at length.
“I do not see that either of us can do anything,” was the reply. “General Riley ought to be told by some one, and the question naturally arises by whom? Shall I write to him, if you feel any hesitation about reopening your acquaintance with the family?”
“I should not have any feeling of that kind to influence me in such a case as this,” Grace answered; “but if I wrote to the General, it would be certain in some way to reach Mr. Brady’s ears, and if it did—”
“Supposing it did?”
“By putting two and two together he might, he would, suspect from whom I received my information.”