"It is my father's vengeance," the son cried, in a tone full of bitterness and disappointment. "I desire to marry Liane, the woman I adore, and in order to prevent me he seeks to bind me to some unknown Frenchwoman." "Well, in any case, effort must be made to find her," Harrison observed. "You surely will not let fifty thousand pounds slip through your fingers. There is a chance that she is already married, or that she will refuse the twenty thousand pounds which I shall be compelled to offer her." "But I will only marry Liane," George cried, impetuously. "My dear young man, yours is a mere foolish fancy. You cannot, nay you must not, render yourself a pauper merely because of this girl, who happens to have attracted you just for the moment. In a year's time you will regard the matter from a common-sense point of view. Your proper course is to give up all thought of the young lady, and unite with me in the search for this mysterious Mariette Lepage." "I decline to abandon Liane," George answered with promptness. "If I am a pauper, well, I must bear it. My ruin is, I suppose, the last of my father's eccentricities. I'm the scapegoat of the family." "It is, nevertheless, my duty to advise you," the elder man went on, standing before the empty fireplace with his arms folded. "In any case I shall be compelled to find this woman. Have you never heard your late father speak of any family of the name of Lepage?" "Never. He has not been out of England for twenty years, therefore I suppose it's someone he knew long ago. What could have been his object?" "As far as I could glean it was twofold. First, he believed that the fact of having left this sum just beyond your reach would cause you intense chagrin; and, secondly, that if you did not marry this unknown woman, you will still be unable to marry the girl against whom he held such a strange deep-rooted objection." "Why did he object to her, Harrison? Tell me confidentially what you know," urged the young man earnestly. "I only know what he told me a few days ago," the solicitor replied. "He said he had ascertained that you had taken many clandestine walks and rides with Liane Brooker, and he declared that such a woman was no fitting wife for you." "Did he give any further reason?" the other demanded. "None. He merely said that if you declined to abandon all thought of her you should not have a penny." "And he has kept his word," observed George, gloomily. "Unfortunately it appears so." "He was unjust--cruelly unjust!" George protested. "I strove hard at the Bar, and had already obtained a few briefs when he recalled me here to be his companion. He would not allow me to follow my profession, yet he has now cast me adrift without resources." "You certainly have my entire sympathy," the old lawyer declared, kindly. "But don't take the matter too much to heart. The woman may be already married. In this case you will receive fifty thousand."