'
'I can't allow that. Anything you could say on your own account
would be useless, and there is nothing to say from me.'
Mrs Yule kept her own counsel. She had a full month before her
during which to consider the situation, but it was clear to her
that these young people must be brought together again. Her
estimate of Reardon's mental condition had undergone a sudden
change from the moment when she heard that a respectable post was
within his reach; she decided that he was 'strange,' but then all
men of literary talent had marked singularities, and doubtless
she had been too hasty in interpreting the peculiar features
natural to a character such as his.
A few days later arrived the news of their relative's death at
Wattleborough.
This threw Mrs Yule into a commotion. At first she decided to
accompany her son and be present at the funeral; after changing
her mind twenty times, she determined not to go. John must send
or bring back the news as soon as possible. That it would be of a
nature sensibly to affect her own position, if not that of her
children, she had little doubt; her husband had been the
favourite brother of the deceased, and on that account there was
no saying how handsome a legacy she might receive.
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