"
"My dear Arthur! I must be back at ten, sir, back at ten, military time;
drum beats; no--bell tolls at ten, and gates close;" and he laughed and
shook his old head. "Besides, I am to see a young lady, sir; and she is
coming to make tea for me, and I must speak to Mrs. Jones to have all
things ready--all things ready;" and again the old man laughed as he
spoke.
His son looked at him and then at me with eyes full of sad meaning. "How
do you mean, Arthur," Clive said, "that he can come and stay with me, and
that that woman can go?"
Then feeling in my pocket for Mr. Luce's letter, I grasped my dear Clive
by the hand and bade him prepare for good news. I told him how
providentially, two days since, Ethel, in the library at Newcome, looking
into Orme's History of India, a book which old Mrs. Newcome had been
reading on the night of her death, had discovered a paper, of which the
accompanying letter enclosed a copy, and I gave my friend the letter.
He opened it, and read it through.
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