Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"The only lawyer I ever heard him mention was Mr. Nash."
"Nash? He only employed him in little local jobs; in no sense was he
his man of business; I've reasons for knowing that his opinion of
Herbert Nash's legal ability is not an unduly high one."
As before, Nora shook her head.
"He is the only lawyer I ever heard papa mention."
"But, my dear Miss Lindsay, your father is a man of affairs--of
wealth; he lives here at the rate of I don't know how many thousand
pounds a year, and has never owed a man a penny; you must know
something of his affairs."
"All I know is that he has always given me all the money I wanted, and
not seldom more than I wanted; I have never had to ask him for any;
but beyond that I know nothing."
When Dr. Banyard got home he said to his wife--
"Helen, if I had to define a male criminal lunatic, I am inclined to
think that I should say it was a man who brought up his women-folk in
the lap of luxury without giving them the faintest inkling as to where
the wherewithal to pay for that luxury came from."
His wife said mischievously--
"It is at least something for women-folk, as you so gracefully
describe the salt of the earth, to be brought up in the lap of luxury;
please remember that, sir. And pray what prompts this last
illustration of the wisdom of the modern Solomon?"
"That man Lindsay; you know how he's been a mystery to all the
country-side; the hints which have been dropped; the guesses which
have been made; the clues which the curious have followed, ending in
nothing; the positive libels which have been uttered. It turns out
that he's as much a mystery to his own daughter as he is to anybody
else; I've just had it from her own lips. The man lies dying, leaving
her in complete ignorance of everything she ought to know--at the
mercy, not impossibly, of those who do know. Just as God is calling
him home he wants to tell her; I can see it in his eyes, and so can
she; but he is dumb. Unless a miracle is worked he'll die silent,
longing to tell her what he ought to have told her years ago."
CHAPTER II
THE OPEN WINDOW
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