There
was some one, but Mr. Surtees was not the man. There was some one,
he was sure, but he had not been able to cross-examine her on the
subject. He had, since that, cudgelled his brain to think who that
some one might be, but had not succeeded in suggesting a name even
to himself. That of Reginald Morton, who hardly ever came to the
house and whom he regarded as a silent, severe, unapproachable man,
did not come into his mind. Among the young ladies of Dillsborough
Reginald Morton was never regarded as even a possible lover. And
yet there was assuredly some one. "If there is any one else I think
you ought to tell me," continued Larry.
"It is quite possible."
"Young Surtees, I suppose."
"I do not say there is anybody; but if there be anybody I do not
think it is Surtees."
"Who else then?"
"I cannot say, Larry. I know nothing about it."
"But there is some one?"
"I do not say so. You ask me and I tell you all I know."
Again they walked round the churchyard in silence and the attorney
began to be anxious that the interview might be over. He hardly
liked to be interrogated about the state of his daughter's heart,
and yet he had felt himself bound to tell what he knew to the man
who had in all respects behaved well to him. When they had returned
for the third or fourth time to the gate by which they had entered
Larry spoke again.
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