Frank stared.
"Grandmother?"
"Yes—old Mrs. Kelly."
Frank laughed suddenly and loudly.
"By George!" he said, "I daresay it is. Old Grandmamma Kelly! She was a gipsy—so she was. I believe you've hit it, Jack. Let's see: she was my grandfather's second wife, wasn't she?"
Jack nodded.
"And he picked her up off the roads on his own estate. Wasn't she trespassing, or something?"
Jack nodded again.
"Yes," he said, "and he was a magistrate and ought to have committed her: And he married her instead. She was a girl, traveling with her parents."
Frank sat smiling genially.