Mortomley's Estate: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)Riddell, J. H., Mrs.
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Mortomley's Estate: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3)
Riddell, J. H., Mrs.
Bankruptcy -- Fiction; England -- Fiction
"He bowed and went away without speaking another word, and of course I
thought the subject was ended.
"Quite by accident I went an hour ago to Lenore's room, and there to my
astonishment I found piled up on the drawers and tables all the
knick-knacks out of the drawing-room; the timepieces, the vases, the
statuettes, the little genuine silver we have not parted with, and a
whole tribe of other articles.
"Then I rang for Esther and asked what it meant. Turner, it appeared,
after leaving me, told her I understood nothing whatever of our real
position, and that the greatest service she could do me was to send as
much as possible to some safe place of keeping without mentioning the
matter to me.
"And acting on this, she had intended to get up about four o'clock and
pack up all she could, and take the spoil with her to Great Dassell.
"I was so angry I said sharp things to the girl I ought not to have
said. I believe I frightened her to death, and I know I have made myself
quite ill and hysterical with the passion I got into."
"Esther is happy enough now. She did it all for the best, and I have
told her how sorry I am to have spoken sharply; but, Rupert, Rupert,
what is the meaning of all this? There is something in liquidation we do
not understand."
"I do not think there is," was the reply. "This man only spoke according
to his light, which seems to be a very poor one. He simply advised that
course to be taken which would be taken by ninety-nine people out of a
hundred."
"Then if such is the case, I cannot wonder at Mr. Forde's idea that
debtors are thieves."
"And at the same time there may be some reason for the debtors' belief
that creditors are robbers."
"Oh!" cried Dolly, "that it were all ended."
"It will be some day, please God," he answered. "And now, Dolly, do get
to bed; your white face will disturb my dreams. When had you anything to
eat?"
"I don't think I have eaten anything since Thursday," she answered;
"anything, I mean, worth calling a meal."
"You will kill yourself if you go on as you are doing," he said, but she
shook her head.
"I am going to live to a hundred and forty, like the Countess of
Desmond, who died in consequence of a fall from a cherry-tree," Dolly
explained. "I shall be a great-great-great-grandmother, and I shall
inculcate upon the first, second, third, and fourth generations the
truth of that old proverb, 'Take care of the pence, and the pounds will
take care of themselves.'"
"Never mind pence or pounds either, Dolly. I wish you would take care of
yourself."
"Why?" she asked; then went on, "I wonder if on the face of the earth
besides Archie and Lenore, and Esther and Mrs. Werner, and perhaps my
Aunt Celia, there is a creature who would be really sorry if I died
to-night?"
"Do you exclude me?" Rupert marvelled.
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