Emma found that she must wait; and now it required little effort. She asked no more questions therefore, merely employed her own fancy, and that soon pointed out to her the probability of its being some money concern⁠—something just come to light, of a disagreeable nature in the circumstances of the family⁠—something which the late event at Richmond had brought forward. Her fancy was very active. Half a dozen natural children, perhaps⁠—and poor Frank cut off!⁠—This, though very undesirable, would be no matter of agony to her. It inspired little more than an animating curiosity.

“Who is that gentleman on horseback?” said she, as they proceeded⁠—speaking more to assist Mr. Weston in keeping his secret, than with any other view.

“I do not know.⁠—One of the Otways.⁠—Not Frank;⁠—it is not Frank, I assure you. You will not see him. He is halfway to Windsor by this time.”

“Has your son been with you, then?”

“Oh! yes⁠—did not you know?⁠—Well, well, never mind.”