'You know Mrs Finn,' Tregear said to his friend one morning at
breakfast.

'I remember her all my life. She used to be a great deal with my
grandfather. I believe he left her a lot of diamonds and money,
and that she wouldn't have them. I don't know whether the diamonds
are not locked up somewhere now, so that she can take them when
she pleases.'

'What a singular woman!'

'It was odd; but she had some fad about it. What makes you ask
about Mrs Finn?'

'She wants me to go and see her.'

'What about?'

'I think I have heard your mother speak of her as though she loved
her dearly,' said Tregear.

'I don't know about loving her dearly. They were intimate, and Mrs
Finn used to be with her very much when she was in the country.
She was at Matching just now, when my poor mother died. Why does
she want to see you?'

'She has written to me from Matching. She wants to see me-'

'Well?'