But she has no clothes but the habit she came in, and I want my horse that she rode away upon.' 'Take the carriage,' said the squire.'Take anything.I'll give orders.
You'll come back again, too?' 'No! I'm afraid not, to-day.I'll come to-morrow, early.Molly shall return this evening, whenever it suits you to send for her.' 'This afternoon; the carriage shall be at your house at three.I dare not look at Osborne's - at the papers without one of you with me; and yet Ishall never rest till I know more.' 'I will send the desk in by Robinson before I leave.And - can you give me some lunch before I go?' Little by little he led the squire to cat a morsel or so of food; and so, strengthening him physically, and encouraging him mentally, Mr Gibson hoped that he would begin his researches during Molly's absence.There was something touching in the squire's wistful looks after Molly as she moved about.A stranger might have imagined her to be his daughter instead of Mr Gibson's.The meek, broken-down, considerate ways of the bereaved father never showed themselves more strongly than when he called them back to his chair, out of which he seemed too languid to rise, and said, as if by an after-thought, - 'Give my love to Miss Kirkpatrick; tell her I look upon her as quite one of the family.I shall be glad to see her after - after the funeral.I don't think I can before.' 'He knows nothing of Cynthia's resolution to give up Roger,' said Mr Gibson as they rode away.'I had a long talk with her last night, but she was as resolute as ever.From what your mamma tells me, there is a third lover in London, whom she's already refused.I'm thankful that you've no lover at all, Molly, unless that abortive attempt of Mr Coxe's at an offer, long ago, can be called a lover.' 'I never heard of it, papa,' said Molly.'Oh, no.I forgot.What a fool I was! Why, don't you remember the hurry I was in to get you off to Hamley Hall, the very first time you ever went?