"
"Oh, Squire, Squire, don't be such a fule, begging your pardon for the
word," said George, in exasperation. "Don't you go a-knocking of your
head agin a brick wall."
"Will you be off, sir?" roared his master in a voice that made the
walls shake.
By this time Ida had recovered herself. She seemed to feel that her
lover had something to say which concerned her deeply--probably she
read it in his eyes.
"Father," she said, raising her voice, "I won't have Colonel Quaritch
turned away from the door like this. If you will not admit him I will
go outside and hear what it is that he has to say."
In his heart the Squire held Ida in some awe. He looked at her, and
saw that her eyes were flashing and her breast heaving. Then he gave
way.
"Oh, very well, since my daughter insists on it, pray come in," and he
bowed. "If such an intrusion falls in with your ideas of decency it is
not for me to complain."
"I accept your invitation," answered Harold, looking very angry,
"because I have something to say which you must hear, and hear at
once. No, thank you, I will stand. Now, Mr. de la Molle, it is this,
wonderful as it may seem. It has been my fortune to discover the
treasure hidden by Sir James de la Molle in the year 1643!"
There was a general gasp of astonishment.
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