“But you have.”
“No.”
“It is altered. Go and see.”
She went, and read that, in spite of losing his dwelling-place, he would keep his Grace. Marty came back surprised.
“Well, I never,” she said. “Who can have made such nonsense of it?”
“Who, indeed?” said he.
“I have rubbed it all out, as the point of it is quite gone.”
“You’d no business to rub it out. I didn’t tell you to. I meant to let it stay a little longer.”
“Some idle boy did it, no doubt,” she murmured.
As this seemed very probable, and the actual perpetrator was unsuspected, Winterborne said no more, and dismissed the matter from his mind.