The Allen House; Or, Twenty Years Ago and NowArthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay)
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The Allen House; Or, Twenty Years Ago and Now
Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay)
American fiction -- 19th century; Conduct of life -- Fiction
“Come with me to the library, Doctor!” said my excellent friend, soon
after our arrival. “I want to have a little talk with you.”
So we left the ladies and retired to the library.
“My business with you to-night,” said he, as we seated ourselves, facing
each other, on opposite sides of the library-table, “is to get at some
adjustment of affairs between us, as touching your executorship of the
Allen estate. I have asked two or three times for your bills against the
estate, but you have always put me off. Mr. Wilkinson, on the contrary,
rendered an account for services, which has been allowed and settled.”
“The business required so little attention on my part,” I replied to
this, “that I have never felt that I could, in conscience, render an
account. And besides, it was with me so much a labor of love, that I
do not wish to mar the pleasure I felt by overlaying it with a
compensation.”
“No man could possibly feel more deeply your generous good will toward
me and mine--manifested from the beginning until now--than I do, Doctor.
But I cannot permit the obligation to rest all on one side.”
He pulled out a drawer of the library-table, as he said this, and taking
therefrom a broad parchment document, laid it down, and while his hand
rested upon it continued--
“Anticipating that, as heretofore, I might not be able to get your
figures, I have taken the matter into my own hands, and fixed the amount
of compensation--subject, of course, to objections on your part, if I
have made the award too low. These papers are the title deeds of Ivy
Cottage, executed in your favor. There are memories and associations
connected with this dear spot, which must for ever be sacred in
the hearts of myself and wife; and it would be pain to us to see it
desecrated by strangers. In equity and love, then, we pass it over to
you and yours; and may God give you as much happiness beneath its roof
as we have known.”
Surprise kept me silent for some time. But as soon as my thoughts ran
free, I answered--
“No--no, Mr. Wallingford. This is fixing the sum entirely beyond a fair
estimate. I cannot for a moment--”
He stopped me before I could finish the sentence.
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