Lady Palsworthy was the widow of
a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good
seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to
Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. "I don't understand you, gentlemen," stammered he, at length. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the
coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s
shop that led to the field path to her home. “You seem to forget that my sister is—married. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. ‘That
piece of information seemed to interest him very much. 'Received from Sir Rowland Trenchard, 15,000 £. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been
different. ‘Well, if the fellow Gosse is still at large, there’s no saying what he will be at
next, is there? I see nothing for it but for you to see General Lord Charvill at
once.
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