Courtship -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Single women -- Fiction
"Then I must beg you to tell me which you mean to do. If you gave
her half of all that is coming to you, of course I must remain here
because you could not live here without me. Your income would be
quite insufficient. But you do owe it to me to tell me at once what I
am to do."
To this her son made no immediate answer, but sat with his elbow
on the table, and his head upon his hand looking moodily at the
fire-place. He did not wish to commit himself if he could possibly
avoid it.
"John, I must insist upon an answer," said his mother. "I have a
right to expect an answer."
"You must do what you like, mother, independently of me. If you think
you can live here on your income, I will go away, and you shall have
the place."
"That's nonsense, John. Of course you want a large house for the
children, and I, if I must be alone, shall only want one room for
myself. What should I do with the house?" Then there was silence
again for a while.
"I will give you a final answer on Saturday," he said at last. "I
shall see Margaret before Saturday."
After that he took his candle and went to bed. It was then Tuesday,
and Lady Ball was obliged to be contented with the promise thus made
to her.
On Wednesday he did nothing. On the Thursday morning he received a
letter which nearly drove him mad. It was addressed to him at the
office of the Shadrach Fire Insurance Company, and it reached him
there. It was as follows--
Littlebath, -- June, 186--.
SIR,
You are no doubt fully aware of all the efforts which I
have made during the last six months to secure from your
grasp the fortune which did belong to my dear--my dearest
friend, Margaret Mackenzie. For as my dearest friend
I shall ever regard her, though she and I have been
separated by machinations of the nature of which she, as I
am fully sure, has never been aware. I now ascertain that
some of the inferior law courts have, under what pressure
I know not, set aside the will which was made twenty years
ago in favour of the Mackenzie family, and given to you
the property which did belong to them. That a superior
court would reverse the judgment, I believe there is
little doubt; but whether or no the means exist for me
to bring the matter before the higher tribunals of the
country I am not yet aware. Very probably I may have
no such power, and in such case, Margaret Mackenzie is,
to-day, through your means, a beggar.
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