I kept my appointment, on the following morning; and was rather surprised, when we met, at perceiving that the still pretended Belmont, like myself, was in deep mourning. I began to make enquiries, to which he gave short answers; and, turning the interrogatories upon me, asked which of my relations was dead?
'My mother.'
'Oh: I remember. Mrs. Wakefield. Are you still as angry with her husband as ever?'
'I really cannot tell. Though I have what most people would think much greater cause.'
'Indeed! What has he done more?'
'Taken possession of property which is mine.'
'By what right is it yours?'
'It was bequeathed me by my grandfather; and since that by his executor.'
'The uncle of this Wakefield, I think you told me?'
'Yes. A lawyer. One Thornby; who was induced by death-bed terrors to restore what he had robbed me of while living.'