Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"I don't know why you say that. I am going to tell you what they are;
but, as you are of opinion that they are not serious, I should have
imagined that you were in no hurry. There are letters written to you
by Miss Lindsay; there are nine of them; some men would have thought
them serious."
As he took the packet which she held out to him his countenance
changed in a manner which was almost comically sudden.
"Letters written by---- Why, they're Nora's! But--I thought----"
"Never mind what you thought, Robert; you see what they are. As this
envelope is sealed, and is inscribed that it is not to be opened till
after the writer's death, some persons might have thought that that
was of interest also."
He regarded the envelope she offered as if he found it difficult to
believe that his eyes were not playing him a trick. "Aunt, it's--it's
the envelope which Donald Lindsay sent me, and---- But I don't
understand; it's incredible! Aunt, why didn't you let me know this
before?"
"Why should I? It was in a coat of which you thought so little that
you didn't even know you'd lost it; the natural inference was that you
were hardly likely to leave anything of the least importance in the
pocket of a coat which you valued at nothing."
"But--I thought I put it in my suit-case--I've chased the case half
round the world. Aunt, what have you done?"
"What have I done? You mean, what have you done? If anything has been
done I trust it is something from which you will learn a lesson. I
said to myself, if these are of the least consequence, he will ask for
them; since he has been guilty of such culpable carelessness I'll wait
till he does ask. But I waited, and I waited, and you never asked, you
never once alluded to them. What could I conclude? At last they
slipped my memory, as sometimes trifles will do; I came upon them, by
mere accident, as I was looking through this dispatch-box last night;
so I sent for you that I might give them to you in person, though,
naturally, I had long ago come to the conclusion that they were not of
the slightest importance."
He drew a long breath.
"Well, this is the most extraordinary thing that ever has happened to
me!"
"If that is the case I can only hope that it will teach you not to
leave papers in the pockets of a coat which you fling down anywhere,
anyhow, and instantly forget."
"I--I hope it will teach me something of the kind. As this envelope
may contain a communication of much consequence, may I ask you to
excuse me while I go to examine it at once?
"Why is it necessary that you should leave me? Why can't you examine
it here? You know what an interest I take in all that concerns you.
Sit down; open your envelope; see what's inside; you need fear no
interruption from me."
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