She looked up, saw the direction
of her son's eyes, then looked significantly at Lucy, and smiled. The
tell-tale blush, in fact, discovered the state of their hearts, and
never was a history of pure and innocent love more appropriately or
beautifully told.
This significant little episode did not last long; and when Lady Emily
found herself recovered, Thomas Corbet advanced, and said: "I don't know
what you mean, father, by saying that the young man who has just
died was Sir Thomas Gourlay's son. You know in your heart that
this"--pointing to his nephew--"is his true and legitimate heir. You
know, too, that his illegitimate son has been dead for years, and that I
myself saw him buried."
"My lord, pay attention to what I'll speak," said his father. "If the
bastard died, and if my son was at his burial, and saw him laid in the
grave, he can tell us where that grave is to be found, at least. His
father, however, will remember the tattooing."
The unexpected nature of the question, and its direct bearing upon the
circumstance before them, baffled Thomas Corbet, who left the room,
affecting to be too indignant to reply.
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