"Am I to know nothing about it?" said
Miss Scarborough.
"Not from me, Miss Scarborough. You can understand, that I cannot tell
you a story which will require at every word that I should explain my
thorough disbelief in your brother. I have been very angry with him, and
he has been more energetic than can have been good for him."
"Ah me! you will have killed him among you!"
"It has been his own doing. You, however, had better go to him. I must
return to town this evening."
"You will stay for dinner?"
"No. I cannot stay for dinner. I cannot sit down with Mountjoy,--who has
done nothing in the least wrong,--because I feel myself to be altogether
opposed to his interests. I would rather be out of the house." So
saying he did leave the house, and went back to London by train that
afternoon.
The meeting that morning, which had been very stormy, cannot be given
word by word. From the moment in which the squire had declared his
purpose, the lawyer had expressed his disbelief in all that was said to
him. This Mr. Scarborough had at first taken very kindly; but Mr. Grey
clung to his purpose with a pertinacity which had at last beaten down
the squire's good-humor, and had called for the interference of Mr.
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