"Lance," he said, "I am very pleased to have you home again. I hear
you have done wonders in the city, but you are, I think, the first of
your family who could ever make money. I have, as you will see, not
been well lately."
"I am relieved to find you better than I expected, sir," said Winston
quietly. "Still, I fancy you are forgetting what I told you the night
I went away."
Barrington nodded, and then made a little impatient gesture. "There
was something unpleasant, but my memory seems to be going, and my
sister has forgiven you. I know you did a good deal for us at
Silverdale, and showed yourself a match for the best of them in the
city. That pleases me. By and by, you will take hold here after me."
Winston glanced at Miss Barrington, who smiled somewhat sadly.
"I am glad you mentioned that, sir, because I purpose staying at
Silverdale now," he said. "It leads up to what I have to ask you."
Barrington's perceptions seemed to grow clearer, and he asked a few
pertinent questions before he nodded approbation.
"Yes," he said, "she is a good girl--a very good girl, and it would be
a suitable match. I should like somebody to send for her."
Maud Barrington came in softly, with a little glow in her eyes and a
flush on her face, and Barrington smiled at her.
"My dear, I am very pleased, and I wish you every happiness," he said.
"Once I would scarcely have trusted you to Lance, but he will forgive
me, and has shown me that I was wrong.
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