Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country LifeHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country Life
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction
“Yes,” he answered, “there are. In the first place there is no knowing
in what light your father would look on the matter and how his view of
it would affect your future interests. In the second your engagement to
Miss de la Molle, upon which you are strongly set, would certainly be
broken off.”
“How do you know that I am engaged?” asked Edward in surprise.
“It does not matter how I know it,” said the lawyer, “I do know it, so
it will be useless for you to deny it. As you remark, this suit will
probably be your ruin in every way, and therefore it is, as you will
easily understand, a good moment for a man who wants his revenge to
choose to bring it.”
“Without admitting anything,” answered Edward Cossey, “I wish to ask
you a question. Is there no way out of this? Supposing that I have done
you a wrong, wrong admits of compensation.”
“Yes, it does, Mr. Cossey, and I have thought of that. Everybody has
his price in this world and I have mine; but the compensation for such
a wrong must be a heavy one.”
“At what price will you agree to stay the action for ever?” he asked.
“The price that I will take to stay the action is the transfer into my
name of the mortgages you hold over the Honham Castle Estates,”
answered Mr. Quest quietly.
“Great heavens!” said Edward, “why that is a matter of thirty thousand
pounds.”
“I know it is, and I know also that it is worth your while to pay
thirty thousand pounds to save yourself from the scandal, the chance of
disinheritance, and the certainty of the loss of the woman whom you
want to marry. So well do I know it that I have prepared the necessary
deeds for your signature, and here they are. Listen, sir,” he went on
sternly; “refuse to accept my terms and by to-night’s post I shall send
this letter of instructions. Also I shall send to Mr. Cossey, Senior,
and to Mr. de la Molle copies of these two precious epistles,” and he
pointed to the incriminating documents, “together with a copy of the
letter to my agents; and where will you be then? Consent, and I will
bind myself not to proceed in any way or form. Now, make your choice.”
“But I cannot; even if I will, I cannot,” said he, almost wringing his
hands in his perplexity. “It was on condition of my taking up those
mortgages that Ida consented to become engaged to me, and I have
promised that I will cancel them on our wedding. Will you not take
money instead?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Quest, “I would take money. A little time ago I
would not have taken it because I wanted that property; now I have
changed my ideas. But as you yourself said, your credit is strained to
the utmost, and while your father is alive you will not find it
possible to raise another thirty thousand pounds. Besides, if this
matter is to be settled at all it must be settled at once. I will not
wait while you make attempts to raise the money.”
“But about the mortgages? I promised to keep them. What shall I say to
Ida?”
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