‘Yes, but Maurice encore. However, I must find out from him whether this is only a foreboding of my prophetic soul!’
‘Curious cattle,’ observed Lord Rotherwood.
‘Well,’ put in his wife, ‘I do not think Ivinghoe has ever given us cause for anxiety.’
‘Exactly the reason that I am always expecting him to break out in some unexpected place! No, Victoria,’ he added, seeing that she did not like this, ‘I am quite ready to allow that we have a model son, and I only pity him for not having a model father.’
‘Well, I am not going to stay and incite you to talk nonsense,’ said Jane, rising to depart; ‘I will let you know my discoveries.’
She found Fergus watching for her at the gate, with the appeal, ‘Aunt Jane, there’s been a great downfall of cliff, and I want to see what formations it has brought to light, but they won’t let me through to look at it, though I told them White always did.’
‘I do not suppose that they will allow any one to meddle with it at present,’ said Aunt Jane; then, as Fergus made an impatient exclamation, she added, ‘Do you know that a poor little boy was killed, and Cousin Rotherwood a good deal hurt?’
‘And now, Fergus, I want to know where you took that large stone from that you showed me with the crack of spar.’
‘With the micaceous crystals,’ corrected Fergus. ‘It was off the top of that very cliff that fell down, so I am sure there must be more in it; and some one else will get them if they won’t let me go and see for them.’
‘And Alexis White gave you leave to take it?’
‘Were you at the place when you asked him, Fergus?’
‘At the place on the cliff? No. For I couldn’t find him for a long time, and I carried it all the way down the steps.’
‘And you did not tell him where it came from?’
‘He didn’t ask. Indeed, Aunt Jane, I always did show him what I took, and he would have let me in now, only he was not at the office; and the man at the gate, Big Blake, was as savage as a bear, and slammed the door on me, and said they wouldn’t have no idle boys loafing about there. And when I said I wasn’t an idle boy but a scientific mineralogist, and that Mr. Alexis White always let me in, he laughed in my face, and said Mr. Alexis had better look out for himself. I shall tell Stebbing how cheeky he was.’