CHAPTER XV.
FOLLOWS FLOCKART'S FORTUNES One evening, a few days later, Gabrielle, seated beside her father at his big writing-table, had concluded reading some reports, and had received those brief, laconic replies which the blind man was in the habit of giving, when she suddenly asked, "I believe, dad, that you have a quantity of the Glencardine papers, haven't you?
If I remember aright, when you bought the castle you made possession of these papers a stipulation." "Yes, dear, I did," was his answer.

"I thought it a shame that the papers of such a historic family should be dispersed at Sotheby's, as they no doubt would have been.

So I purchased them." "You've never let me see them," she said.

"As you know, you've taught me so much antiquarian knowledge that I'm becoming an enthusiast like yourself." "You can see them, dear, of course," was his reply.

"They are in that big ebony cabinet at the end of the room yonder--about two hundred charters, letters, and documents, dating from 1314 down to 1695." "I'll go through them to-morrow," she said.