Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"I am trying the matter all round, you know. I am told the poor child
is in ill health. One has got to look at probabilities. Of course you
do not abandon a right by not prosecuting it now."
"It would be a cruelty to the boy to let him be brought up as Lord
Popenjoy and afterwards dispossessed," said the Dean.
"You, gentlemen, must decide," said the lawyer. "I only say that I do
not recommend further steps."
"I will do nothing further," said Lord George. "In the first place I
cannot afford it."
"We will manage that between us," said the Dean. "We need not trouble
Mr. Battle with that. Mr. Battle will not fear but that all expenses
will be paid."
"Not in the least," said Mr. Battle, smiling.
"I do not at all believe the story," said the Dean. "It does not sound
like truth. If I spent my last shilling in sifting the matter to the
bottom, I would go on with it. Though I were obliged to leave England
for twelve months myself, I would do it. A man is bound to ascertain
his own rights."
"I will have nothing more to do with it," said Lord George, rising from
his chair. "As much has been done as duty required; perhaps more. Mr.
Battle, good morning. If we could know as soon as possible what this
unfortunate affair has cost, I shall be obliged." He asked his
father-in-law to accompany him, but the Dean said that he would speak a
word or two further to Mr. Battle and remained.
At his club Lord George was much surprised to find a note from his
brother. The note was as follows:--
"Would you mind coming to me here to-morrow or the next day at 3.
"B. Scumberg's Hotel, Tuesday."
This to Lord George was very strange indeed. He could not but remember
all the circumstances of his former visit to his brother,--how he had
been insulted, how his wife had been vilified, how his brother had
heaped scorn on him. At first he thought that he was bound to refuse to
do as he was asked. But why should his brother ask him? And his brother
was his brother,--the head of his family. He decided at last that he
would go, and left a note himself at Scumberg's Hotel that evening,
saying that he would be there on the morrow.
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