"How late is it since you heard from him?" he asked.
"Why, I suppose you know," said Hatton, "I heard as usual."
"From his usual place?" inquired Morley.
"I wish you would tell me where that is," said Hatton,
eagerly.
"Why, he writes to you?"
"Blank letters; never had a line except once, and that is more
than twelve year ago. He sends me a twenty-pound note every
Christmas; and that is all I know about him."
"Then he is rich, and well to do in the world? said Morley."
"Why, don't you know?" said Hatton; "I thought you came from
him!"
"I came about him. I wished to know whether he were alive,
and that you have been able to inform me: and where he was;
and that you have not been able to inform me."
"Why, you're a regular muff!" said the bishop.
Book 3 Chapter 8
A few days after his morning walk with Sybil, it was agreed
that Egremont should visit Mr Trafford's factory, which he had
expressed a great desire to inspect. Gerard always left his
cottage at break of dawn, and as Sybil had not yet paid her
accustomed visit to her friend and patron, who was the
employer of her father, it was arranged that Egremont should
accompany her at a later and more convenient hour in the
morning, and then that they should all return together.
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