“Yes.”
“Do—do they still live at Sandy River?”
“The house still stands. Major Westcote is dead.”
“Her—I mean their grandfather?”
She nodded, incapable of speech.
“And”—he hesitated—“and the boy? He used to ride a pony—the most fascinating little fellow——”
“He is at school in the North.”
There was a silence, then the captain turned in his saddle and looked straight at her.
“Does Miss Westcote live there still?”
“Do you mean Celia Westcote?” asked the Messenger calmly.