On the 24th of this month, Lady
Eversleigh and I go to Raynham, where we shall be glad to see you
immediately on our arrival. Come to us, my dear boy; come to me, as if
this unhappy estrangement had never arisen, and we will discuss your
future together.--Your affectionate uncle_, OSWALD EVERSLEIGH."
"_Royal Hotel, Bannerdoon, N. W._"
Nothing could be more satisfactory than this epistle. Reginald
Eversleigh and Victor Carrington dined together that evening, and the
baronet's letter was freely discussed between them.
"The ground lies all clear before you now," said the surgeon: "you will
go to Raynham, make yourself as agreeable as possible to the bride, win
your uncle's heart by an appearance of extreme remorse for the past,
and most complete disinterestedness for the future, and leave all the
rest to me."
"But how the deuce can you help me at Raynham?"
"Time alone can show. I have only one hint to give you at present.
Don't be surprised if you meet me unexpectedly amongst the Yorkshire
hills and wolds, and take care to follow suit with whatever cards you
see me playing. Whatever I do will be done in your interest, depend
upon it. Mind, by the bye, if you do see me in the north, that I know
nothing of your visit to Raynham. I shall be as much surprised to see
you as you will be to see me."
"So be it; I will fall into your plans.
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