Night and Morning, CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Night and Morning, Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction
Mr. Beaufort coloured very much at the remark and the question, and,
forcing a smile, said,--
“You are severe. But you don’t know what it is to be father to a young
man.”
“Then a great many young women have told me sad fibs! But you are right
in your sense of the phrase. No, I never had an heir apparent, thank
Heaven! No children imposed upon me by law--natural enemies, to count
the years between the bells that ring for their majority, and those that
will toll for my decease. It is enough for me that I have a brother and
a sister--that my brother’s son will inherit my estates--and that, in
the meantime, he grudges me every tick in that clock. What then? If he
had been my uncle, I had done the same. Meanwhile, I see as little of
him as good breeding will permit. On the face of a rich man’s heir is
written the rich man’s memento mori! But revenons a nos moutons. Yes, if
you give your daughter no fortune, your death will be so much the more
profitable to Arthur!”
“Really, you take such a very odd view of the matter,” said Mr.
Beaufort, exceedingly shocked. “But I see you don’t like the marriage;
perhaps you are right.”
“Indeed, I have no choice in the matter; I never interfere between
father and children. If I had children myself, I will, however, tell
you, for your comfort, that they might marry exactly as they pleased--I
would never thwart them. I should be too happy to get them out of my
way. If they married well, one would have all the credit; if ill, one
would have an excuse to disown them. As I said before, I dislike poor
relations. Though if Camilla lives at the Lakes when she is married, it
is but a letter now and then; and that’s your wife’s trouble, not yours.
But, Spencer--what Spencer!--what family? Was there not a Mr. Spencer
who lived at Winandermere--who----”
“Who went with us in search of these boys, to be sure. Very likely the
same--nay, he must be so. I thought so at the first.”
“Go down to the Lakes to-morrow. You may hear something about your
nephews;” at that word Mr. Beaufort winced.
“‘Tis well to be forearmed.”
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