"
"I do not recollect. I never saw him, I am sure."
"Oh, no! He went with his regiment to Simla seventeen years ago. Then he
married a Begum or Indian princess or something unusual. She was very
rich but also very dark, and Uncle would not forgive him for it. After
the marriage his name was never mentioned in Harlow House, but he was
not forgotten and his mother never ceased to love him. When they heard
of his death, Uncle sent the proper people to make investigations
because of the succession, you know."
"I suppose now the nephew, Edwin Harlow, will be heir to the title and
estate?"
"Yes, and Uncle and Aunt so heartily dislike him. Uncle has spent so
many, many years in economizing and restoring the fortune of the House
of Harlow, and now it will all go to--Edwin Harlow. I am sorry to
trouble you with this bad news, when you have so much anxiety of your
own."
"Listen, dearest--I must--shut--the mill--tomorrow--some time."
"O John!"
"There is no more cotton to be got--and if there was, I have not the
money to buy it.
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