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CHAPTER XV.-3
While the idea was passing through his mind, his attention was claimed by another question from Magdalen. "Is he an old man?" she asked, suddenly, without turning round from the window. "If you mean Mr. Michael Vanstone, he is seventy-five or seventy-six years of age." "You spoke of his son a little while since. Has he any other sons—or daughters?" "None." "Do you know anything of his wife?" "She has been dead for many years." There was a pause. "Why do you ask these questions?" said Norah. "I beg your pardon," replied Magdalen, quietly; "I won't ask any more." For the third time, Mr. Pendril returned to the business of the interview. "The servants must not be forgotten," he said. "They must be settled with and discharged: I will give them the necessary explanation before I leave
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