She had been such a sympathetic little sweetheart too , never weary of listening to his dreams and ambitions , his plans for the future . She had always assured him that she knew he would succeed . Well , he had succeeded -- and now one of the uses he was going to make of his success was to turn Lisbeth and her children out of their home by way of squaring matters with a dead man ! Lisbeth had been away from home on a long visit to an aunt when he had left Chiswick . She was growing up and the childish intimacy was fading . Perhaps , under other circumstances , it might have ripened into fruit , but he had gone away and forgotten her ; the world had claimed him ; he had lost all active remembrance of Lisbeth and , before this late return to Chiswick , he had not even known if she were living . And she was Neil Jameson 's widow ! He was silent for a long time , while the waves purred about the base of the big red sandstone rock and the boy returned to his Crusoe . Finally Robert Turner roused himself from his reverie . `` I used to know your mother long ago when she was a little girl , '' he said . `` I wonder if she remembers me . Ask her when you go home if she remembers Bobby Turner . '' `` Wo n't you come up to the house and see her , sir ? '' asked Paul politely . `` Mother is always glad to see her old friends . '' `` No , I have n't time today . '' Robert Turner was not going to tell Neil Jameson 's son that he did not care to look for the little Lisbeth of long ago in Neil Jameson 's widow . The name spoiled her for him , just as the Jameson mouth spoiled her son for him . `` But you may tell her something else . The mortgage will not be foreclosed .
I was the power behind the lawyers , but I did not know XXXXX the present owner of the Cove farm was my little playmate , Lisbeth Miller .
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