I did not wish to mention this before, out of respect for your daughter; but I do so now, confidentially, of course, in consequence of the turn our conversation has taken." Something on the moment seemed to strike the baronet, who started, for he was unquestionably an able hand at putting scattered facts and circumstances together, and weaving a significant conclusion from them.
"That, my lord, at all events," said the coarse-minded man, after having recovered himself, "that is gratifying." "What!" exclaimed Lord Cullamore, "to make your daughter the cause and subject of a duel, an intemperate brawl in a shooting gallery.

The only hope I have is, that I trust she was not named." "But, my lord, it is, after all, a proof of his affection for her." His lordship smiled sarcastically, and looked at him with something like amazement, if not with contempt; but did not deign to reply.
"And now, my lord," continued the baronet, "what is to be the result of our conference?
My daughter will have all my landed property at my death, and a large marriage-portion besides, now in the funds.

I am apparently the last of my race.

The disappearance and death--I take it for granted, as they have never since been heard of--of my brother Sir Edward's heir, and very soon after of my own, have left me without a hope of perpetuating my name; I shall settle my estates upon Lucy." His lordship appeared abstracted for a few moments--"Your brother and you," he observed, "were on terms of bitter hostility, in consequence of what you considered an unequal marriage on his part, and I candidly assure you, Sir Thomas, that, were it not for the mysterious disappearance of your own son, so soon after the disappearance of his, it would have been difficult to relieve you from dark and terrible suspicions on the subject.

As it is, the people, I believe, criminate you still; but that is nothing; my opinion is, that the same enemy perpetrated the double crime.