"But gone it is. Gone past the possibility of your getting it."
"I am not so confident of that as you seem to be," said Old Cleverdon, snappishly. "In faith, sister Magdalen, you appear wondrous blind. Is there no way of it coming, nevertheless, to be joined to Hall?"
"None that I can see. If Fox took Bessie to wife, he could not bring Kilworthy with him, for that goes with Julian."
"Exactly. It goes with Julian; but who will take her?"
"You have no second son."
"No, I have not."
"Surely you do not dream of making Luke your heir, and marrying him to Julian Crymes?"
"Luke!—who defied me by marrying Anthony to that hussy?"
"I thought not, brother, but—as the Lord is my helper—I see no other way of compassing it."