'
'No--now that's _quite_ true--no harm. There _can't_ be, for I _must_ know
it all some day, you know, and better now, and from _you_, than perhaps
from a stranger, and in a less favourable way.'
'Upon my word, it is a wise little woman; and really, that's not such bad
sense after all.'
So we poured out another cup of tea each, and sipped it very comfortably by
the fire, while Lady Knollys talked on, and her animated face helped the
strange story.
'It is not very much, after all. Your uncle Silas, you know, is living?'
'Oh yes, in Derbyshire.'
'So I see you do know something of him, sly girl! but no matter. You know
how very rich your father is; but Silas was the younger brother, and had
little more than a thousand a year. If he had not played, and did not care
to marry, it would have been quite enough--ever so much more than younger
sons of dukes often have; but he was--well, a _mauvais sujet_--you know
what that is. I don't want to say any ill of him--more than I really
know--but he was fond of his pleasures, I suppose, like other young men,
and he played, and was always losing, and your father for a long time paid
great sums for him.
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