"Mr. Vavasor!" shouted out George, making the old woman jump. She did not understand his meaning in the least. "Yes, sir; the old Squire," she said.
"Will you come, George?" Kate asked.
"No; what should I go there for? Why should I pretend an interest in the dead body of a man whom I hated and who hated me;--whose very last act, as far as I know as yet, was an attempt to rob me? I won't go and see him."

"Mr. Vavasor!" shouted George, making the old woman jump. She did not understand his meaning.
"Yes, sir; the old Squire," she said.
"Will you come, George?" Kate asked.
"No. Why should I pretend an interest in the dead body of a man whom I hated and whose very last act may have been an attempt to rob me?"
