"I have been to Castle Clody," I answered.
"I thought as much. Why did not Mary come back with you? Was she
transported at the good news?"
"She thought perhaps that Uncle Luke would----"
I paused for words. I had a feeling that even in this case, where I was
sure that Uncle Luke cared for his old love, I should respect my
godmother's dignity. Even Luke L'Estrange ought not to be sure that she
expected him.
"I thought she would have come to rejoice with us," my grandmother said
disappointedly; and my grandfather's face showed that he, too, did not
understand the constant friend's absence in the hour of great joy.
"Is it that she cannot forgive us?" he muttered.
But the lover knew better than that.
"To be sure I must go to her," he said. "It would not be fitting that
she should come to me. I would have been earlier astir than Bawn; I
would have been waiting for her doors to open, only that--there is
something that must be done first."
"I don't think there is anything you need wait for, Uncle Luke," I said,
handing the sealed packet to my grandfather. "I met Richard Dawson on
my way back. He was waiting for some one to carry his message. He told
me that my grandfather was to examine these papers, to see that
everything was there, and afterwards to burn them.
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