Of course he's no notion of you being here.

He swears right and left that you went over the hills and perished in the snow; and he's got up great mourning and lamenting, so I've heard, for your death.

Oh, Jemima! Can't you see through that ?" "Tell me what you mean," she demanded, haughtily.

She was standing again now.
"Why, my dear, if you knew a bit more of the world you'd know that it meant that he intends to pocket all the money himself.

And, what's more, he's got the best of the situation; for you left him of your own accord, my dear, and changed your name, and if you should surprise him now by putting in an appearance and saying you're the lost young lady, what's to hinder him saying you're _not_ you, and keeping the tin?
I don't know who's to swear to you, myself.