The squire looked long at the familiar sights; looked till his lips trembled, and the tears rolled heavily down his gray face.

And then he realized all that he had suffered, he remembered the hand that had dealt him the blow.

And while Mrs.Sandal was kissing away his tears, and speaking words of hope and love, a letter came from Sophia.
It was dated Calcutta.

Julius had taken her there in the winter, and the news of her father's illness did not reach her for some weeks.

But, as it happened, when Charlotte's letter detailing the sad event arrived, Julius was particularly in need of something to wonder over and to speculate about; and of all subjects, Seat-Sandal interested him most.
To be master of the fine old place was his supreme ambition.