human
Lottie, you remember when first you told me that queer story about your father's will?
gpt
Yes,
human
I own I did not believe it; I own I thought very little about it. I ask your pardon, my dear. I now believe you are right.
gpt
Oh, Angus! a great flood of color came up to her face.
human
Oh! why, she added in a voice of pain,
gpt
Partly from what your uncle said to-night; partly for another reason. The fact is, my dear wife, while you were away I had a visit from your half-brother, Mr. Jasper Harman.
human
Angus!
gpt
Yes, he came here one evening. He told a tale, and he made a proposition. His tale was a lame one; his proposition scarcely came well from his lips. He evidently thought of me as of one unworldly and unpractical. I believe I am unpractical, but he never guessed that in my capacity as clergyman I have had much to do with sinners. This man has a conscience by no means void of offence. He is hardened. Charlotte, when I saw him, I instantly believed your story.