'Forgive me this little bit of scheming, will you? I have
something so very important to speak to you about.'
He said nothing, but kept a demeanour of courtesy.
'I think you haven't heard from Amy?' Mrs Yule asked.
'Not since I saw her.'
'And you don't know what has come to pass?'
'I have heard of nothing.'
'I am come to see you quite on my own responsibility, quite. I
took Mr Carter into my confidence, but begged him not to let Mrs
Carter know, lest she should tell Amy; I think he will keep his
promise. It seemed to me that it was really my duty to do
whatever I could in these sad, sad circumstances.'
Reardon listened respectfully, but without sign of feeling.
'I had better tell you at once that Amy's uncle at Wattleborough
is dead, and that in his will he has bequeathed her ten thousand
pounds.'
Mrs Yule watched the effect of this. For a moment none was
visible, but she saw at length that Reardon's lips trembled and
his eyebrows twitched.
'I am glad to hear of her good fortune,' he said distantly and in
even tones.
'You will feel, I am sure,' continued his mother-in-law, 'that
this must put an end to your most unhappy differences.
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