But the fact is,
I never saw two men so like in the face as Clover and Lord P."
"When you was there--at my aunt's--did you talk about me?" asked the
girl with a peculiar awkwardness.
"Not a word, I swear! We were too much taken up with the other
business."
For a minute or two neither spoke.
"And you mean to say," burst at length from Polly, "that my uncle's
still alive and going about?"
"All alive and kicking, not a doubt of it, and Lord P. buried at
Kensal Green; no will left behind him, and all his property going to
the next of kin, of course. Now listen here, Polly. I want to tell
you that I shouldn't wonder if you have a letter from Greenacre. He
may be asking you to meet him."
"What for?"
"Just to have a talk about Clover--see? He's still after Clover, and
he thinks you might be of use to him. I leave it to you--understand?
You can meet him if you like; there's no harm. He'll tell you all
the story if you ask him nicely."
On this idea, which had occurred to him in the course of his glowing
mendacity, Gammon acted as soon as he and Polly had said good-bye.
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