"Tuesday night."
I gave back the paper with a sigh to the finder. "It is but a wish of
Mrs. Newcome, my dear Miss Ethel," I said. "Pardon me, if I say, I think
I know your elder brother too well to supposes that he will fulfil it."
"He will fulfil it, sir, I am sure he will," Miss Newcome said, in a
haughty manner. "He would do as much without being asked, I am certain he
would, did he know the depth of my dear uncle's misfortune. Barnes is in
London now, and----"
"And you will write to him? I know what the answer will be."
"I will go to him this very day, Mr. Pendennis! I will go to my dear,
dear uncle. I cannot bear to think of him in that place," cried the young
lady, the tears starting into her honest eyes. "It was the will of
Heaven. Oh, God be thanked for it! Had we found my grandmamma's letter
earlier, Barnes would have paid the legacy immediately, and the money
would have gone in that dreadful bankruptcy. I will go to Barnes to-day.
Will you come with me? Won't you come to your old friends? We may be at
his--at Clive's house this evening; and oh, praise be to God! there need
be no more want in his family.
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