This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 edition. Excerpt: ...thank you," was Bede's answer, as he turned a whole lot of croutons into his puree de pois--and would afterwards send it away nearly untasted. Dinner was just over when a servant whispered to Mr. Greatorex that he was wanted. Going down at once to his room he found Henry William Ollivera. " Why did you not come up, William? Kene is there." " I am in no fit mood for company, uncle," was the clergyman's reply. " The trouble has come at last." In all the phases of agitation displayed by Henry Ollivera, and when speaking of the affair he generally displayed more or less, Mr. Greatorex never saw him so much moved as now. Leaning forward on his chair, his eyes bright, his cheeks burning as with the red of an autumn leaf, his hands feverish, his voice sunk to a whisper, he entered on the tale he had to tell. " Do you remember my saying to you one day in the dining-room above, that I thought it was a woman? Do you remember it, uncle?" " Quite well." " In the weeks that have gone on since, the suspicion has only gained ground in my mind. Without cause: I am bound to say it, without further cause. Nay, almost in the teeth of what might have served to diminish suspicion. For, if Godfrey Pitman be really somewhere in existence, and hiding himself, the natural supposition would be, as Jelf thinks, that he was the one." Mr. Greatorex nodded assent. " And yet you suspect the woman! Can you not say who she is Henry?" " Yes, I can say now. I have come here to say it--Alletha Rye!" Mr. Greatorex evinced no surprise. He had fancied it might be upon her that his nephew's doubts had been running. And he deemed it a crotchet indeed. " I think you must be entirely mistaken, ..".