"He rather likes the old man, and has laughed at our hatred of Miss
Moy's pretensions."
"Then it is settled," said Archie; "I will write to Moy, for I
suppose he had rather not see me, that I will say nothing about it
publicly while Mr. Proudfoot lives, and will not show this
confession of his, unless it should be absolutely necessary to my
character. Nor after old Proudfoot's death, will I take any step
without notice to him."
"Much more than he ought to expect," said Mrs. Poynsett.
"I don't know," said Archie. "If he had refused, it would not have
been easy to bring him to the point, I suppose I must have
surrendered to take my trial, but after so many years, and with so
many deaths, it would have been awkward."
"And the money, mother," said Miles, producing a cheque. "Poor Moy,
that was a relief to him. He said he had kept it ready for years."
Mrs. Poynsett waved it off as if she did not like to touch it.
"I don't want it! Take it, Archie. Set up housekeeping on it," she
said. "You are not really going back to that place?"
"Yes, indeed I am; I sail on Tuesday.
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