"Yet it may be bad enough, although not for a death."
"What is it?"
"Why, Bawn, child, that is the strangest thing of all. You are no longer
a child, Bawn, and I bring my burden to you to lighten it by sharing.
They will not tell me what the trouble is."
"Not tell _you!_"
I was amazed. For so long I had known Mary Champion as the stay and
support of my grandparents that I could hardly believe there was
anything they would keep from her.
"They will not tell me," she repeated. "Your grandmother says that it is
Lord St. Leger's will that I am not to be told. It is something they
must endure together. I know it is something about Luke. If they will
not tell me I shall go and ask Garret Dawson why he is frightening them
and with what."
"Grandpapa would never forgive you," I said.
The shadow fell deeper on her face.
"I know he would not," she said. "Must I wait for them to speak, then,
lest I should do harm?"
"I think you must wait for them to speak."
"If it was a mere matter of money"--she wrung her hands together in a
way which in a person of her calm, benignant temperament suggested great
distress--"if it were a mere matter of money, I would sell Castle
Clody--yes, every stick and stone of it.
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