Nor could she say whether Mr.
Gilbert took the account books and registers --there
were heaps on heaps of them, for Mr. Gilbert had been a
notary ever since General Jackson's day--or whether Bundy
did not take them, or whether they were not sold for old
paper, Mrs. Munroe was not sure. For all this happened--
all the break-up and removal--while Mrs. Munroe was on a
visit to her sister not far from Brick Church above
Little Falls, on your way to Frederic. And Mrs. Munroe
offered this visit as a constant apology for her not
knowing more precisely every detail of her old friend's
business.
This explanation took a good deal of time, through
all of which poor Beverly was fretting and fuming and
stamping his cold feet in the passage, hearing the
occasional questions of his sister, uttered with thunder
tone in the "setting-room" above, but hearing no word of
the placid widow's replies.
When Matty returned and held a consultation with him,
the question was, whether to follow the books of account
to Georgetown, where Mr. Bundy was understood to be still
residing, or to the neighborhood of the Arsenal, in the
hope of finding Mrs. Gilbert, Mrs. Lichtenfels, or Mrs.
Butman, as the case might be. Readers should understand
that these two points, both unknown to the young people,
are some six miles asunder, the original notary's office
being about half-way between them.
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