Oh, no! Sophia Sandal had always done her duty, and always would do it forever." And broad statements are such confusing, confounding things, that for one miserable hour the mother and sister felt as mean and remorseful as Sophia and Julius could desire.

Then the rector read the letter aloud, and dived down into its depths as if it was a knotty text, and showed the two simple women on what false conditions all of its accusations rested.
At the same time Julius wrote a letter also.

It was to Harry Sandal,--a very short letter, but destined to cause nearly six years of lonely, wretched wandering and anxious sorrow.
DEAR HARRY,--There is great trouble about that ten thousand pounds.
It seems you had no right to sell.

"Money on false pretences," I think they call it.

I should go West, far West, if I were you.
Your friend, JULIUS SANDAL.
He read it to Sophia, and she said, "What folly! Let Harry return home.
You have heard that he comes into the Latrigg money.