A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIVJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"In the first place, I wish to know, where is my brother Chandos?"
said the baronet, "I saw him speaking to you in the churchyard."
"He did, Sir," replied Roberts, "and he has since been at my house.
But where he now is I cannot tell you."
"Oh, he has been arranging all his affairs with you, I suppose," said
Sir William Winslow, with a sneer; "and, I suppose, hearing from you
of my father being supposed to have made another will."
"No, Sir William," replied the steward, perfectly undisturbed. "He did
arrange some affairs with me; gave me power to receive the dividend
upon the small sum in the funds, left him by Mrs. Grant, amounting to
one hundred and sixty-two pounds ten, per annum; and directed me what
to do with the books and furniture, left him by your father. But I did
not judge it expedient to tell him at present, that I know Sir Harry
did once make another will; because, as you say he burnt it
afterwards, I imagined such information might only increase his
disappointment, or excite hopes never likely to be realized."
"You did right," answered the baronet. "I saw my father burn it with
my own eyes; and I desire that you will not mention the subject to him
at all. It is my intention to let him bite at the bridle a little; and
then, when his spirit is tamed, do for him what my father wished me to
do. Have you any means of communicating with him?"
But Mr. Roberts was a methodical man; and he answered things in order.
"In regard to mentioning the subject of the later will, Sir William,"
he said, "I will take advice. I am placed in a peculiar position, Sir:
as your agent, I have a duty to perform to you; but as an honest man,
I have also duties to perform. I know that a will five years posterior
to that which has been opened, was duly executed by your father. I
think you are mistaken in supposing it was burnt by him, and--."
"By him!" cried the baronet, catching at his words, "do you mean to
insinuate that I burnt it?"
"Far from it, Sir William," was the reply of the steward. "I am sure
you are quite incapable of such an act; and if I had just cause to
believe such a thing, either you or I would not be here now. But, as I
have said, my position is a peculiar one: and I would rather leave the
decision of how I ought to act to others."
"You have heard my orders, Sir; and you are aware of what must be the
consequence of your hesitating to obey them," rejoined the baronet,
nodding his head significantly.
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