The view from the windows gave him a subject for his first remarks.  Mrs. Waltham had been in some fear of a question which would go to the roots of her soul’s history; it would have been in keeping with his visage.  But, with native acuteness, she soon discovered that Mr. Wyvern’s gaze had very little to do with the immediate subject of his thought, or, what was much the same thing, that he seldom gave the whole of his attention to the matter outwardly calling for it.  He was a man of profound mental absences; he could make replies, even put queries, and all the while be brooding intensely upon a wholly different subject.  Mrs. Waltham did not altogether relish it; she was in the habit of being heard with deference; but, to be sure, a clergyman only talked of worldly things by way of concession.  It certainly seemed so in this clergyman’s case.

‘Your prospect,’ Mr. Wyvern remarked presently, ’will not be improved by the works below.’

His voice was very deep, and all his words were weighed in the utterance.  This deliberation at times led to peculiarities of emphasis in single words.  Probably he was a man of philological crotchets; he said, for instance, ‘pro-spect.’

‘I scarcely think Mr. Eldon will go on with the mining,’ replied Mrs. Waltham.

‘Ah! you think not?’

‘I am quite sure he said that unconsciously,’ the lady remarked to herself.  ‘He’s thinking of some quite different affair.’

‘Mr. Eldon,’ the clergyman resumed, fixing upon her an absent eye, ‘is Mr. Mutimer’s son-in-law, I understand?’

‘His brother, Mr. Godfrey Eldon, was.’  Mrs. Waltham corrected.

‘Ah! the one that died?’

He said it questioningly; then added—­

’I have a difficulty in mastering details of this kind.  You would do me a great kindness in explaining to me briefly of whom the family at the Manor at present consists?’

Mrs. Waltham was delighted to talk on such a subject.

’Only of Mrs. Eldon and her son, Mr. Hubert Eldon.  The elder son, Godfrey, was lost in a shipwreck, on a voyage to New Zealand.’

‘He was a sailor?’

‘Oh, no!’ said the lady, with a smile.  ’He was in business at Belwick.  It was shortly after his marriage with Miss Mutimer that he took the voyage—­partly for his health, partly to examine some property his father had had an interest in.  Old Mr. Eldon engaged in speculations—­I believe it was flax-growing.  The results, unfortunately, were anything but satisfactory.  It was that which led to his son entering business—­quite a new thing in their family.  Wasn’t it very sad?  Poor Godfrey and his young wife both drowned!  The marriage was, as you may imagine, not altogether a welcome one to Mrs. Eldon; Mr. Mutimer was quite a self-made man, quite.  I understand he has relations in London of the very poorest class—­labouring people.’

‘They probably benefit by his will?’

’I can’t say.  In any case, to a very small extent.  It has for a long time been understood that Hubert Eldon inherits.’