'
'What a singular woman!'
'It was odd; but she had some fad about it. What makes you ask
about Mrs Finn?'
'She wants me to go and see her.'
'What about?'
'I think I have heard your mother speak of her as though she loved
her dearly,' said Tregear.
'I don't know about loving her dearly. They were intimate, and Mrs
Finn used to be with her very much when she was in the country.
She was at Matching just now, when my poor mother died. Why does
she want to see you?'
'She has written to me from Matching. She wants to see me-'
'Well?'
'To tell you the truth. I do not know what she has to say to me;
though I can guess.'
'What do you guess?'
'It is something about your sister.'
'You will have to give that up, Tregear.'
'I think not.'
'Yes you will; my father will never stand it.'
'I don't know what there is to stand. I am not noble, nor am I
rich; but I am as good a gentleman as he is.'
'My dear fellow,' said the young lord, 'you know very well what I
think about all that. A fellow is not better to me because he has
got a title, nor yet because he owns half a county.
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