said the squire, dreamily.'I remember - but what's the use of remembering?
It's all over, and Osborne is dead without opening his heart to me.I could have been tender to him, I could.But he'll never know it now!' 'But we can guess what wish he had strongest in his mind at the last, from what we do know of his life.' said Mr Gibson.'What, sir?' said the squire, with sharp suspicion of what was coming.'His wife must have been his last thought, must she not?' 'How do I know she was his wife? Do you think he'd go and marry a French baggage of a servant? It may be all a tale trumped up.' 'Stop, squire.I don't care to defend my daughter's truth or accuracy.
But with the dead man's body lying upstairs - his soul with God - think twice before you say more hasty words, impugning his character; if she was not his wife, what was she?' 'I beg your pardon.I hardly know what I am saying.Did I accuse Osborne?
Oh, my lad, my lad - thou might have trusted thy old dad! He used to call me his "old dad" when he was a little chap not bigger than this,' indicating a certain height with his hand.'I never meant to say he was not - not what one would wish to think him now - his soul with God, as you say very justly - for I am sure it is there - ' 'Well! but, squire,' said Mr Gibson, trying to check the other's rambling, 'to return to his wife -- ' 'And the child,' whispered Molly to her father.Low as the whisper was, it struck on the squire's ear.'What?' said he, turning round to her suddenly, ' - child! You never named that? Is there a child? Husband and father, and I never knew! God bless Osborne's child! I say, God bless it!' He stood up reverently, and the other two instinctively rose.He closed his hands as if in momentary prayer.
Then exhausted he sate down again, and put out his hand to Molly.'You're a good girl.Thank you.Tell me what I ought to do, and I'll do it.' This to Mr Gibson.'I am almost as much puzzled as you are, squire,' replied he.'I fully believe the whole story; but I think there must be some written confirmation of it, which perhaps ought to be found at once, before we act.Most probably this is to be discovered among Osborne's papers.Will you look over them at once? Molly shall return with me, and find the address that Osborne gave her, while you are busy -- ' 'She'll come back again?' said the squire eagerly.'You - she won't leave me to myself?' 'No! She shall come back this evening.I'll manage to send her somehow.