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The post arrived at Monkshaven three times in the week; sometimes,

indeed, there were not a dozen letters in the bag, which was brought

thither by a man in a light mail-cart, who took the better part of a

day to drive from York; dropping private bags here and there on the

moors, at some squire's lodge or roadside inn. Of the number of

letters that arrived in Monkshaven, the Fosters, shopkeepers and

bankers, had the largest share.

The morning succeeding the day on which Sylvia had engaged herself

to Kinraid, the Fosters seemed unusually anxious to obtain their

letters. Several times Jeremiah came out of the parlour in which his

brother John was sitting in expectant silence, and, passing through

the shop, looked up and down the market-place in search of the old

lame woman, who was charitably employed to deliver letters, and who

must have been lamer than ever this morning, to judge from the

lateness of her coming. Although none but the Fosters knew the cause

of their impatience for their letters, yet there was such tacit

sympathy between them and those whom they employed, that Hepburn,

Coulson, and Hester were all much relieved when the old woman at

length appeared with her basket of letters.

One of these seemed of especial consequence to the good brothers.

They each separately looked at the direction, and then at one

another; and without a word they returned with it unread into the

parlour, shutting the door, and drawing the green silk curtain

close, the better to read it in privacy.

Both Coulson and Philip felt that something unusual was going on,

and were, perhaps, as full of consideration as to the possible

contents of this London letter, as of attention to their more

immediate business. But fortunately there was little doing in the

shop. Philip, indeed, was quite idle when John Foster opened the

parlour-door, and, half doubtfully, called him into the room. As the

door of communication shut the three in, Coulson felt himself a

little aggrieved. A minute ago Philip and he were on a level of

ignorance, from which the former was evidently going to be raised.

But he soon returned to his usual state of acquiescence in things as

they were, which was partly constitutional, and partly the result of

his Quaker training.

It was apparently by John Foster's wish that Philip had been

summoned. Jeremiah, the less energetic and decided brother, was

still discussing the propriety of the step when Philip entered.

'No need for haste, John; better not call the young man till we have

further considered the matter.' But the young man was there in presence; and John's will carried the

day.

It seemed from his account to Philip (explanatory of what he, in

advance of his brother's slower judgment, thought to be a necessary

step), that the Fosters had for some time received anonymous

letters, warning them, with distinct meaning, though in ambiguous

terms, against a certain silk-manufacturer in Spitalfields, with

whom they had had straightforward business dealings for many years;

but to whom they had latterly advanced money. The letters hinted at

the utter insolvency of this manufacturer. They had urged their

correspondent to give them his name in confidence, and this

morning's letter had brought it; but the name was totally unknown to

them, though there seemed no reason to doubt the reality of either

it or the address, the latter of which was given in full. Certain

circumstances were mentioned regarding the transactions between the

Fosters and this manufacturer, which could be known only to those

who were in the confidence of one or the other; and to the Fosters

the man was, as has been said, a perfect stranger. Probably, they

would have been unwilling to incur the risk they had done on this

manufacturer Dickinson's account, if it had not been that he

belonged to the same denomination as themselves, and was publicly

distinguished for his excellent and philanthropic character; but

these letters were provocative of anxiety, especially since this

morning's post had brought out the writer's full name, and various

particulars showing his intimate knowledge of Dickinson's affairs.