'Well, my dear, after all he still has more to depend upon than many
we could instance. Probably he will take to the law,--that is, if
he ever returns to England.'
'He is at the Manor,' said Mrs. Waltham, with none of the pleasure
it would ordinarily have given her to be first with an item of news.
'He came this afternoon.'
'He did! Who has seen him?'
'Alfred and Adela passed him on the road. He was in a cab.'
'I feel for his poor mother. What a meeting it will be! But then we
must remember that they had no actual claim on the inheritance. Of
course it will be a most grievous disappointment, but what is life
made of? I'm afraid some people will be anything but grieved. We
must confess that Hubert has not been exactly popular; and I rather
wonder at it; I'm sure he might have been if he had liked. Just a
little too--too self-conscious, don't you think? Of course it was
quite a mistake, but people had an idea that he presumed on wealth
which was not his own. Well, well, we quiet folk look on, don't we?
It's rather like a play.'
Presently Mrs. Mewling leaned forward yet more confidentially.
'My dear, you won't be offended? You don't mind a question? There
wasn't anything definite?--Adela, I mean.'
'Nothing, nothing whatever!' Mrs. Waltham asserted with vigour.
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