If ta comes o real life, it's money, and not
love; t' world would varry soon stick without a bit o' money."
About the middle of January Richard returned to Hallam. The Bishop
was with friends in Liverpool, but he wished to sail immediately, and
Richard thought it best to sail with him. Phyllis was willing to go.
She had had a charming visit, but she had many duties and friends on
the other side, and her heart, also, was there. As for danger or
discomfort in a winter passage, she did not think it worth
consideration. Some discomfort there must be; and if storm, or even
death came, she was as near to heaven by sea as by land.
The squire had not written to Richard about his plans for the
succession of Hallam. He had felt more uncertainty on the subject than
he would admit even to his own heart. He thought he would prefer to
explain matters to him in person. So, one morning, as they were
together, he said "Look 'ee here, Richard!" and he led him to the
portrait of Colonel Alfred Hallam. "Thou can see where ta comes from.
Thou is t' varry marrow o' that Hallam!"
Richard was much pleased at the incident, and he traced with pleasure
the resemblances between them.
"Richard, I am going to leave Hallam to thee."
It was not in the squire's nature to "introduce" a subject. He could
never half say a thing.
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