'
'Yes; you would. Frank would come and see us perhaps once a year.
I don't suppose anybody else cares about the place, but to me it
is the dearest spot in the world.' So she went on in almost high
spirits, though alluding to the general decadence of the Grex
family, till Tregear took his leave.
'I wish he had not come,' said Miss Cassewary when he was gone.
'Why should you wish that? There is not so much here to amuse me
that you should begrudge me a stray visitor.'
'I don't think I grudge you anything in the way of pleasure, my
dear, but still he should not have come. My Lord, if he knew it,
would be angry.'
'Then let him be angry. Papa does not do much for me that I am
bound to think of him at every turn.'
'But I am,--or rather I am bound to think of myself, if I take his
bread.'
'Bread!'
'Well;--I do take his bread, and I take it on the understanding
that I will be to you what a mother might be,--or an aunt.'
'Well,--and if so! Had I a mother living would not Frank Tregear
have come to visit her, and in visiting her, would he not have
seen me,--and should not we have walked out together?'
'Not after all that has come and gone.
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