On the next two days Mr. Grey went to his chambers and returned, without
any new word as to Mr. Scarborough and his affairs. One day he did bring
back some tidings as to Juniper. "Juniper has got into some row about a
horse," he said, "and is, I fear, in prison. All the same, he'll get his
five hundred pounds; and if he knew that fact it would help him."
"I can't tell him, papa. I don't know where he lives."
"Perhaps Carroll could do so."
"I never speak to Mr. Carroll. And I would not willingly mention
Juniper's name to my aunt or to either of the girls. It will be better
to let Juniper go on in his row."
"With all my heart," said Mr. Grey. And then there was an end of that.
On the next morning, the fourth after his return from Tretton, Mr. Grey
received a letter from Mountjoy Scarborough. "He was sure," he said,
"that Mr. Grey would be sorry to hear that his father had been very weak
since Mr. Grey had gone, and unable even to see him, Mountjoy, for more
than two or three minutes at a time. He was afraid that all would soon
be over; but he and everybody around the squire had been surprised to
find how cheerful and high-spirited he was. It seems," wrote Mountjoy,
"as though he had nothing to regret, either as regards this world or the
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