Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
"I suppose you know the world’s opinion of me, Ferdinand—a hard,
scheming, ambitious, grasping, avaricious item of human machinery, all
my movements controlled by judgment, and conceived and regulated to
advance only along the path of my own self-interest. What a liar the
world can be—and I am going to show you this. I have been thinking it
out while you have been away. You remember in the first hours of our
friendship you spoke of the Castelars and their property, and you seemed
surprised at my declaration that they had none. Well, I resolved for
the sake of this new thing in my life, our friendship, to have the
matter more closely looked into. I have done this, and I find I have
been wrong all these years. Certain property that I have looked upon as
mine, is theirs, and I am getting ready to make them full restitution.
It will mean great riches to them; for amongst it is a district, at
present barren and profitless, which I believe has most valuable
deposits of silver. I shall restore it to them as soon as the
formalities can be concluded; and you, my dear friend, shall, if you
desire, be the bearer of the news to them; for it is to you, to our
friendship, that in fact they will owe it."
"I am unfeignedly glad to hear this," I exclaimed. I was in truth lost
in sheer amazement alike at the intention and at the motive to which he
ascribed it. But so deep was my distrust of him that I could not stifle
the doubts of his candour, even while he was speaking, and my thoughts
went flying hither and thither in search of his real motive. Could he
in any way have guessed that the facts were in my possession? Did he
know that his agents in London had put the matter to Mrs. Curwen, and
that she had travelled with me to Madrid?
"It has been a genuine pleasure to me to think of this little act of
justice as the outcome of our friendship, Ferdinand—sincere, genuine
pleasure. And now let us speak of another matter. Have you ever heard
of your name having been used here in Spain?" The question came with
such sharp suddenness that I was unprepared with a fencing reply.
"Yes, I have heard something of it," I answered, meeting the keen glance
he bent on me.
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