"I wasn't--to say--sure," said Sam; "and I couldn't go and get him
into a scrape. I thought he might tell himself, if he could ever
make up the money again!"
"Yes," said Susan; "he would have done that. He always fancied he
should get a sovereign from Colonel Carey."
"He talked till he thought so," said Sam.
"But what made you guess he had done so, Sam?" said Miss Fosbrook.
"I did suspect him myself, but I never felt justified in accusing him
of such a thing."
"I don't know! I saw he had been getting into a fix with those
Grevilles, and had been sold somehow. They said something, and got
out of my way directly, and I was sure they had done some mischief,
and left him to pay the cost."
"Did you ask him?" said Susan.
"What was the use? One never knows where to have him. He will eat
up his words as fast as he says them, with his AT LEAST, till he
doesn't know what he means. Nor I didn't want to know much of it."
"Still I can't think how you could let poor Bessie live under such a
cloud," said Christabel.
"You didn't believe it," said Sam, "nor anyone worth a snap of my
finger.
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