Millbank; $b or, Roger Irving's ward. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Millbank; $b or, Roger Irving's ward. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
His mother turned fully toward him now and said, sneeringly, “A
disinterested lover, truly. Perhaps when you promised to destroy the
Will you forgot the hundred thousand which, if Roger remained master
here, would come to you with Magdalen, and you made yourself believe
that you were doing a very unselfish and romantic thing in preferring
Magdalen and poverty to Millbank.”
“Mother,” Frank cried, “I swear to you that a thought of that hundred
thousand never crossed my mind until this moment. My love for Magdalen
is strong enough to brave poverty in any form for her sake.”
“And you really mean to marry her?”
She put the question so coolly that Frank gazed at her in astonishment,
wondering what she meant.
Of course he meant to marry her if she would take him; he would prefer
her to a thousand Millbanks. “And mother,” he added, “you shall not tell
her that _you_ know of the Will until after to-morrow. She is to give me
her answer then. Promise, or I will destroy this cursed paper before
your very eyes.”
He made a motion as if he would tear it in pieces, when, with a sudden
gesture, his mother caught it from him and held it fast in her own
hands.
“The Will is not safe with you,” she said. “I will keep it for you. I
shall not trouble Magdalen, but I shall go at once to Roger. I cannot
see you throw away wealth, and ease, and position for a bit of sentiment
with regard to a girl whose parentage is doubtful, to say the least of
it, and who can bring you nothing but a pretty face.”
She had put the Will in her pocket. There was no way of getting it from
her, except by force, and Frank saw her depart without a word, and knew
she was going to Roger. Suddenly it occurred to him that Roger might not
have left the office yet, and he started up, exclaiming, “I am the one
to tell him first, if he must know. I can break it to him easier than
mother. I shall not be hard on Roger.”
Thus thinking, Frank started swiftly across the fields in the direction
of Roger’s office, hoping either to meet him, or to find him there, and
trying to decide how he should break the news so as to wound his uncle
as little as possible, and make him understand that he was not in fault.
CHAPTER XXIII.
ROGER AND THE WILL.
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