She had other troubles. It was eighteen months since
Janet Hermann had drawn her allowance. Her husband once had written
in her name, saying that she was ill, but Mr. Wakefield had sent an
order payable only on her signature, and it had never been
acknowledged or presented! Could Janet be living? Or could she be
in some such fitful state of prosperity as to be able to disregard
?25?
Her mother spent many anxious thoughts and prayers on her, though the
younger ones seemed to have almost forgotten her, so long it was
since she had been a part of their family life. Nor did Bobus answer
his mother's letters, though he continued to write fully and warmly
to Jock. As to the MS., he said he had improved upon it, and had
sent a fresh one to a friend who would have none of the scruples of
which physical science ought to have cured Jock. It came out in a
review, but without his name, and though it was painful enough to all
who cared for him, it had been shorn of several of the worst and most
virulent passages; so that Jock's remonstrance had done some good.
Jock himself had come into possession of ?200, and the like sum had
been left to his mother by their good old friends the Lucases, who
had died, as it is given to some happy old couples to leave this
world, within three days of one another.
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