infidel before I lose my faith i' good women, Ben."
"Let t' subject drop, Jonathan. Thee and me hes other things more important to talk about. There's them white yarns Jeremiah Wade sent, they ought to be sent back to him."
"Then send 'em back; and see here, shut up t' mill at twelve o'clock, and tell t' hands I'll add half a crown to ivery one's wage this week, for the sake of t' grandson. Bless his soul, though he is half a foreigner, we must give him a welcome."
In rather less than three weeks the heir of Aske was dead, and regrets of all kinds were such a very mockery that no one spoke them. It was understood that the squire was coming home as soon as his wife was fit to travel, and the local papers made constant allusions to the preparations in progress for their return. One day, towards the end of January, Jonathan was singularly restless. It was not any business anxiety that made him so, for such troubles induced always a kind of quiet self-concentration. He knew that it was an undefined worry about his daughter that disturbed him, and he
