She shook her head.
‘You have not the least knowledge?’
‘Not the least. I wish I had.’
‘It was not from any friends of De Stancy’s? or himself?’
‘It was not. His sister has ascertained beyond doubt that he knew nothing of it. Well, now, don’t say any more to me about the matter.’
‘I’ll find out how it got into the paper.’
‘Not now—any future time will do. I have something else to tell you.’
‘I hope the news is as good as the last,’ he said, looking into her face with anxiety; for though that face was blooming, it seemed full of a doubt as to how her next information would be taken.
‘O yes; it is good, because everybody says so. We are going to take a delightful journey. My new-created uncle, as he seems, and I, and my aunt, and perhaps Charlotte, if she is well enough, are going to Nice, and other places about there.’
‘To Nice!’ said Somerset, rather blankly. ‘And I must stay here?’