She came up to him at once and held out her hand. His quick eye detected at a glance that she was now quite calm and collected, that whatever she might have done in the first agony of her despair yesterday, to-day she would do nothing to betray herself. Strange to say, he liked her far less well in this mood than he had done yesterday, and his heart and inclination veered round again to his wronged niece and her children with a sense of pleasure and almost triumph. They began to walk up and down, and Miss Harman, finding that her companion was silent, was the first to speak. "You asked me to meet you here to-day. What do you want to say to me?" Good heavens! was she going to ride the high horse over him in this style? Sandy's small eyes almost flashed as he turned to look at her. "A monstrous wrong has been done, Miss Harman," he answered. "I have come to talk about that." "I know," replied Charlotte. "I have thought it all out. I know exactly what has been done. My grandfather died and left a sum of twelve hundred a year to my--to his wife. He left other moneys to my father and his brother. My father and his brother, my uncle, disregarded the claims of the widow and the orphan child. They appropriated the money--they--_stole it_--giving to my grandfather's widow a small sum during her life, which small sum they did not even allow to be retained by her child." "That is pretty much the case, young lady. You have read the will with tolerable accuracy." "I do not know in the least how the deed was done," continued Charlotte. "How such a crime could be committed and yet lie hidden all these years remains a terrible and mysterious thing to me. But that it was done, I can but use my own eyes in reading my grandfather's will to see." "It was done easily enough, Miss Harman. They thought the other trustee was dead. Your father and his brother were false to their trust, and they never reckoned that Sandy Wilson would come back all alive and blooming one fine morning--Sandy, whose duty it is to see this great wrong put right." "Yes, it is your duty," said Charlotte; and now, again, she grew very white; her eyes sought the ground and she was silent. "It is my most plain duty," repeated Wilson, shuffling with his great feet as he walked by her side. "I should like to know what steps you mean to take," continued Charlotte, suddenly raising her eyes to his face. "Steps! Good gracious! young lady, I have not had time to go into the law of the thing. Besides, I promised to do nothing until we met again. But one thing is plain enough, and obvious enough--my niece, that young woman who might have been rich, but who is so poor--that young woman must come in for her own again. It is three-and-twenty years since her father died. She must receive from your father that money with all back interest for the last three and twenty years. That means a goodish bit of money I can tell you."