CHAPTER VII
TETE-A-TETE.—THE WILL
‘And now tell me all about th’ folk at home?’ said Philip, evidently preparing to walk back with the girls. He generally came to Haytersbank every Sunday afternoon, so Sylvia knew what she had to expect the moment she became aware of his neighbourhood in the churchyard.
‘My feyther’s been sadly troubled with his rheumatics this week past; but he’s a vast better now, thank you kindly.’ Then, addressing herself to Molly, she asked, ‘Has your cousin a doctor to look after him?’
‘Ay, for sure!’ said Molly, quickly; for though she knew nothing about the matter, she was determined to suppose that her cousin had everything becoming an invalid as well as a hero. ‘He’s well-to-do, and can afford everything as he needs,’ continued she. ‘His feyther’s left him mo
