"Nothing! Queer fancy I had."
After dinner they smoked together for an hour, the host talking
incessantly, and for the most part in a vein of reminiscence. To
hear him one would have supposed that he had always lived in the
society of distinguished people; never a word referring to poverty
or mean employment fell from his lips.
"Poor Bolsover!" he remarked. "Did I tell you that I had a very kind
letter from his widow?"
"I haven't seen you since."
"Ah, no, to be sure. I wrote, or rather I left a card at the town
house. Charming letter in reply. The poor lady is still quite young.
She was a Thompson of Derbyshire. I never knew the family at all
well."
Gammon mused, and it occurred to him in his knowledge of the world
that Greenacre's connexion with the house of Bolsover might be that
of a begging-letter writer. There might have been some slight
acquaintance in years gone by between this strange fellow and young
Lord Bolsover--subsequently made a source of profit. Perchance,
Greenacre's prosperity at this moment resulted from a skilful appeal
to the widowed lady.
Pages:
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147