"Just so. When this letter of hers arrived at Sydney," continued Mr.
Atkinson, "I was travelling in the more remote and unfrequented parts
of the country, and I did not receive it for some six months
afterwards, on my return to Sydney. Rather an accumulation of letters
awaited me at Sydney, as you may suppose; and I found, by those from
my partner, Street, and his brother the lawyer, that the former will
was alone known to exist, and that Major Raynor had entered into
possession of Eagles' Nest. Now what did I at once resolve to do? Why,
to leave him in possession of it; never to speak of this later will,
but destroy it when I got back to England, and say nothing about it.
The major had a right to Eagles' Nest; I had not any right at all to
it: and the resolve did not cost me a moment's thought----"
"It is just as I should have expected you to act," put in Edina, her
cheeks flushing.
"Don't give me more credit than I deserve, Miss Raynor. I cannot tell
what I might have done had I been a poor man. Kept the estate,
perhaps. But I was a rich one, and I did not want it. I sailed for
England; and, on landing, went direct to London, to Street the
banker's, arriving there at night. He chanced to be at home alone; his
wife and children were at Brighton, and we had a few hours' quiet
chat. The first thing I heard of, was the miserable state of affairs
down here. Eagles' Nest was going to ruin, Street said, and the major
and his son were probably going to ruin with it. 'I will go down
incog. and see for myself,' I said to Street, 'and you need not tell
any one of my return at present.' I did go down, as I have told you:
went down the next day; and Street kept counsel as to my having
returned to Europe, and when he wrote to me at Grassmere, addressed
his letters to 'Mr. George.' There I stayed, looking about at my
leisure."
"How was it my uncle Francis did not recognize you?"
"He never saw me. At first I kept out of his way lest he should do so;
but I soon learnt that there was little chance of our meeting, as he
never went beyond his own gates. Had he met me, I don't think he would
have known me, my beard altered me so much; and I always pulled my
broad-brimmed hat well on. No, I felt quite easy, and remained on
until my purpose was answered."
He paused, as if recalling the scenes of that past time. Edina made no
remark. Presently he resumed.
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