East Anglia (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
“I did not know that things were so serious,” Henry answered, and
then hastened to change the subject. “I received your notice, Mr.
Levinger, and thought that I had better talk the matter over with you. To be
plain, as executor to my father’s estate I find myself able to pay the
sum of five hundred pounds on account of the interest of these mortgages, and
no more.”
“Well, that is something,” said Mr. Levinger, with a little smile.
“For the last two years I have been accustomed to receive nothing.”
“I know, I know,” said Henry: “really I am almost ashamed to
look you in the face. As you are aware, the position was not of my making, but
I inherit it, and am therefore, indirectly, to some extent responsible for it.
I really think, Levinger, that the best thing you can do will be to sell us up,
or to take over the property and manage it yourself. In either case you must, I
fear, suffer a loss, but as things are at present that loss grows daily
greater. You see, the worst of it is that there are several farms coming on
hand at Michaelmas, and I can neither find money to work them nor tenants to
take them. Should they be suffered to go out of cultivation, your security will
be still further depreciated.”
“I should be most sorry to take any such course, Graves, for many
reasons, of which friendship to your family is not the least; and I have no
desire to find the management of a large estate thrust upon me in my condition
of health. Of course, should no other solution be found, some steps must be
taken sooner or later, for, after all, I am only a trustee, and dare not allow
my daughter’s property to be dissipated; but I still hope that a solution
may be found—though, I admit, not so confidently as I did a few months
back.”
“It is no good playing with facts,” answered Henry doggedly:
“for my part I have no such hope.”
Mr. Levinger rose, and laying his hand upon Henry’s shoulder spoke
earnestly.
“Graves,” he said, “think again before you say that. I beg of
you not to force me to measures that would be most distasteful to me, as I
shall be forced if you persist in this declaration—not from any motives
of pique or revenge, mind you, but because I am bound to protect the financial
interests of another person. Will you forgive me if I speak more clearly, as
one friend to another?”
“I’d rather you didn’t; but as you like,” answered
Henry.
“I do like, my dear fellow; because I wish, if possible, to save you from
yourself, and also because my own interests are involved. Graves, what is there
against her? Why don’t you marry her, and have done with all this
miserable business? If you could find a sweeter or a better girl, I might
understand it. But you cannot. Moreover, though her pride may be a little hurt
just now, at heart she is devoted to you.”
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