Turnbull's business faculties, but she knew he had never troubled
himself to, look into the books or know how they stood with the
bank. She knew also that Mr. Turnbull was greedy after money, and
that his wife was ambitious, and hated the business. But, if he
wanted to be out of it, would he not naturally keep it up to the
best, at least in appearance, that he might part with his share
in it to the better advantage?
She turned, and, walking back to the town, sought Beenie.
The old woman being naturally a gossip, Mary was hardly seated
before she began to pour out the talk of the town, in which came
presently certain rumors concerning Mr. Turnbull--mainly hints at
speculation and loss.
The result was that Mary went from Beenie to the lawyer in whose
care her father had left his affairs. Ho was an old man, and had
been ill; had no suspicion of anything being wrong, but would
look into the matter at once. She went home, and troubled herself
no more.
She had been at Durnmelling but a few days, when Mr. Redmain,
wishing to see how things were on his estate in Cornwall, and
making up his mind to run down, carelessly asked his wife if she
would accompany him: it would be only for a few days, he said;
but a breeze or two from the Atlantic would improve her
complexion. This was gracious; but he was always more polite in
the company of Lady Margaret, who continued to show him the
kindness no one else dared or was inclined to do.
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