I cannot say that I saw any particular
expression of wonder in his countenance, for somehow, all the while Clive
perused this document, I was looking at the Colonel's sweet kind face.
"It--it is Ethel's doing," said Clive, in a hurried voice. "There was no
such letter."
"Upon my honour," I answered, "there was. We came up to London with it
last night, a few hours after she had found it. We showed it to Sir
Barnes Newcome, who--who could not disown it. We took it to Mr. Luce, who
recognised it at once, who was old Mrs. Newcome's man of business, and
continues to be the family lawyer, and the family recognises the legacy
and has paid it, and you may draw for it to-morrow, as you see. What a
piece of good luck it is that it did not come before the B. B. C. time!
That confounded Bundelcund Bank would have swallowed up this like all the
rest."
"Father! father! do you remember Orme's History of India?" cries Clive.
"Orme's History! of course I do, I could repeat whole pages of it when I
was a boy," says the old man, and began forthwith.
Pages:
1807
1808
1809
1810
1811
1812
1813
1814
1815
1816
1817
1818
1819
1820
1821
1822
1823
1824
1825
1826
1827
1828
1829
1830
1831