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The latter had me up at the justice room; but I brought forward witnesses, who gave their account of the affair. Mr. Linthorne considered that his nephew whom he had at that time regarded as his heir had not given a correct account, and was so angry that he sent him to sea. "I would say, sir," he said earnestly, "that, were it possible, I should have wished this unhappy affair to be passed over."
"Bless me!" Mrs. Walsham ejaculated, too astonished for any further expression of her feelings. "Yes, ma'am, she is the daughter of the squire's son Herbert, who married my daughter Cissie." "Dear me, dear me," Mrs. Walsham said, "what an extraordinary thing! Of course I remember Herbert Linthorne, a handsome, pleasant young fellow.
And so it was arranged, and in his walk with Aggie, afterwards, the sergeant told her the history of her parents, and that Squire Linthorne was her other grandfather, and that she was to go up and see him that evening. Aggie had uttered her protest against fate. She did not wish to leave her grampa who had been so good to her, and Mrs. Walsham, and James.
That rope has taken the skin off all round me, I fancy, and doesn't it smart, just, with the salt water!" "Oh, James, how could you do it?" a girl's voice said suddenly. The fishermen drew aside, and Aggie Linthorne pressed forward. The squire had gone into her schoolroom and had said: "Mrs. Walsham, I think you had better give up your lessons for the morning, and get home.
He was still looking at her, when she advanced quietly towards him. "Grandpapa," she said, "I am Aggie Linthorne." A low cry of astonishment broke from the squire. He pushed his chair back. "Can it be true?" he muttered. "Or am I dreaming?" "Yes, grandpapa," the child said, close beside him now. "I am Aggie Linthorne, and I have come to see you.
The constable was standing by the side of James Walsham, at the other end of the room. Mr. Linthorne nodded to his nephew. "I wish you to repeat the story which you told Mr. Robertson yesterday."
He had started nervously when spoken to. Mr. Linthorne even thought that he had seen tears in his eyes. Altogether, he was strangely unlike himself. Mr. Linthorne had asked him if anything was the matter, but John had, with almost unnecessary earnestness, declared there was nothing. Altogether, the squire was puzzled.
Your grandpapa and I were two very foolish people, to let you come out. "Now, Mr. Wilks, the best thing you can do, is to find a boy outside, and send him up to the Hall, with a message that the carriage is to come down directly. "I think, Mr. Linthorne, she had better get back home.
"Why, my dear, what brings you here in this storm? Whatever will the squire say?" "The squire has brought her down himself," Mr. Linthorne said, following closely behind his granddaughter; "and he is glad he did, James, for she has seen a grand sight. "You are a fine fellow;" and he wrung the lad's hand. "A grand fellow, Wilks, isn't he?"
Linthorne, has large estates near Sidmouth, and has been the kindest friend to me and mine. At one time, it was thought that Horton would be his heir, but a granddaughter, who had for years been missing, was found; but still Horton will take, I should think, a considerable slice of the property, and it would grieve the squire, terribly, if Horton failed in his career.
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