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"I know? How should I know? I came up to see her: not a moment to spare. Isn't she here? Why do you both stare at me like this?" "She is not here," said John Heron. "Ida left our house more than a fortnight ago." Mr. Wordley looked disappointed, and grunted: "Oh, gone to stay with some friends, I suppose. I'll trouble you to give me their address, Mr. Heron, please."
Wordley; for the moment had arrived for the reading and expounding of the will. Mr. Wordley rose, coughed, and wiped his eye-glasses, and looked round gravely. "As the legal adviser of my late client, Mr. Godfrey Heron, I have to inform you, gentlemen, that there is no will. My client died intestate." The listeners exchanged glances, and looked grave and concerned.
You are sure" she paused and went on shyly, "you are sure there is no mistake, that I have some money, am rich?" "Rich as Croesus, my dear child," he responded, with a laugh. She blushed still more deeply. "Then, have you have you any money with you, Mr. Wordley? I mean quite a large sum of money?" "Not a very large sum, my dear," he replied, rather puzzled.
"Quite so," said Lord Bannerdale, who had taken a great dislike for the sanctimonious speaker, and who could scarcely repress a shudder as he shook Mr. John Heron's cold and clammy hand. When they had all gone, Mr. Wordley said: "We had better go into the library and talk matters over. I will send for Miss Ida. It seems cruel to disturb her at such a moment, but there is no help for it."
Wordley, after he had shaken hands with several of the officials, including the porter, "and now, my dear Miss Ida, for Herondale and Home! Hi, cab!" The journey down to Herondale cannot be described: whenever Ida thought of it in the after years, she felt herself trembling and quivering with the memory of it.
"My dear, we have come over at once to tell you how glad we are!" she said. "We heard the good news from Mr. Wordley, and neither I nor my husband could wait another day before we came to congratulate you." Lady Vayne, too, held Ida's hand and looked at her with affectionate sympathy. "And we felt the same, my dear," she said; "so you must not think us intrusive."
Would you like to live here, or would you like to take a house in London, or go abroad?" Ida looked up a little piteously. "Oh, not go to London or abroad!" she said. "Can I not live here? If you knew how I feel how the sight of the place, the thought that I am under the old roof again " She looked round the faded, stately room lovingly, wistfully, and Mr. Wordley nodded sympathetically.
Wordley coughed and frowned, as a man does when he is engaged in a disagreeable and painful task. "The principal mortgagee has given me notice of foreclosure, and the amount of the debt is so large that I am afraid it would be cruel and useless to conceal the truth from you I know that the property sold would not be sufficient to meet it. Of ready money there appears to be none " Mr.
He listened attentively to the detailed statement and description which the lawyer calm enough now furnished him, and after considering for a minute or two, during which Mr. Wordley waited in a legal silence, asked: "Young lady any friends in London, sir?" Mr. Wordley replied in the negative. "Think she has gone to a situation?" "No," replied Mr.
"There need not be, there should not be, the least addition," he said. "What you want to do, Miss Heron, is, as Mr. Wordley says, restore: restore with all reverence. It is a superb piece of architecture of its kind and it must be touched with a gentle hand. If you are prepared to leave it all to me, I trust I may be able to make the present building worthy of its past.
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