Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
She suddenly paused, conscious that she had made a mistake. It is likely
that she was apprised of her error by an expression in my face produced
by her words, for it is a fact that up to this moment I had forgotten
that I had made a Will by which everything I possessed was left to her,
solely and unconditionally. I had made this Will in haste, after I had
broken with my son, who at that time was my heir. It was a proof of my
confidence in the woman who betrayed me--one of those foolish acts of
which angry men are often guilty, done in haste, to be repented of in
leisure unless timefully atoned for. Thank God there is time to repair
this error!
I gave no expression to my thoughts; it was necessary to be careful
in the presence of such a woman as my wife. But so anxious was she
to assure herself of the exact position in which she stood that she
over-reached herself in her cunning.
"Have you made another Will?" she asked.
"No," I replied. "There is time before me; I am not yet quite
broken-down."
She breathed more freely, and said meekly, "Yes, there is time before
you in which you can dispossess me and my child. When this dreadful
dispute is over, I shall have no further claim upon you. Are you really
determined not to be a little more generous to me? Will you not give me
fifteen hundred a year?"
I was not to be deceived by her mock humility; heaven only knows what
was hidden beneath it.
"I am not to be moved," I said, "and there must be an end at once to
prevarication. Your answer must be 'yes,' or 'no,' and it must be given
quickly."
"To-day?" she asked.
"If not to-day, at least within the next three or four days," I replied.
"I will no longer be kept in a state of suspense."
She looked at me with a sad expression, which might have deceived
another man.
"On Wednesday, then," she said, "at two o'clock, I will give you my
final answer. It must be 'Yes,' of course, for you are strong and I am
weak, but I will wait till then. I am bound to consult my friend before
I commit myself."
All her gaiety appeared to have deserted her. In silence she put on her
hat and shawl, and bade me good morning, saying she would come at two
o'clock on Wednesday.
I mistrust her; I will delay no longer. On Monday I will draw out
another Will, making my son my heir, and in case of his not being
alive--which God forbid!--leaving my money to charitable purposes.
It is a relief to reflect that my anxiety regarding my wife will soon be
at an end. She cannot but consent to my proposal, and then I shall be
free from her for ever. Would to God I had never seen her!
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