“Tellmetherest。”hesaid，takinghisson’shand，andpattingittenderly。“Let’sgoontalkingaboutherallthewaytothehotel。Helpmethroughthetime，Jemmy——helpmethroughthetime。”
BashwoodtheyoungerwasinhighspiritsattheprospectofseeingthecolorofMr。Armadale’smoney。Hetrifledwithhisfather’sanxietytotheverylast。
“Let’sseeifyourememberwhatI’vetoldyoualready。”hebegan。
“There’sacharacterinthestorythat’sdroppedoutofitwithoutbeingaccountedfor。Come！canyoutellmewhoitis？”
Hehadreckonedonfindinghisfatherunabletoanswerthequestion。ButMr。Bashwood’smemory，foranythingthatrelatedtoMissGwilt，wasasclearandreadyashisson’s。“Theforeignscoundrelwhotemptedher，andletherscreenhimattheriskofherownlife。”hesaid，withoutaninstant’shesitation。“Don’tspeakofhim，Jemmy——don’tspeakofhimagain！“