Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Somerset (England) -- Fiction
"What nonsense! When a man has the command of the situation, as he
has, he can do just what he pleases. If he were to come and carry you
off by violence, I have no doubt the Beltonians would assist him, and
say that he was right. And you of course would forgive him. Belton of
Belton may do anything."
"That is nonsense, if you please."
"Indeed if you had any of that decent feeling of feminine inferiority
which ought to belong to all women, he would have found you sitting
on the door-step of his house waiting for him."
That had been said early in the morning, when they first knew that he
had arrived; but they had been talking about him ever since,--talking
about him under pressure from Mrs. Askerton, till Clara had been
driven to long that she might be spared. "If he chooses to come, he
will come," she said. "Of course he will come," Mrs. Askerton had
answered, and then they heard the ring of the bell. "There he is.
I could swear to the sound of his foot. Doesn't he step as though
he were Belton of Belton, and conscious that everything belonged
to him?" Then there was a pause. "He has been shown in to Colonel
Askerton. What on earth could he want with him?"
"He has called to tell him something about the cottage," said Clara,
endeavouring to speak as though she were calm through it all.
"Cottage! Fiddlestick! The idea of a man coming to look after his
trumpery cottage on the first day of his showing himself as lord of
his own property! Perhaps he is demanding that you shall be delivered
up to him. If he does I shall vote for obeying."
"And I for disobeying,--and shall vote very strongly too."
Their suspense was yet prolonged for another ten minutes, and at the
end of that time the servant came in and asked if Miss Amedroz would
be good enough to go into the master's room. "Mr. Belton is there,
Fanny?" asked Mrs. Askerton. The girl confessed that Mr. Belton was
there, and then Clara, without another word, got up and left the
room. She had much to do in assuming a look of composure before she
opened the door; but she made the effort, and was not unsuccessful.
In another second she found her hand in her cousin's, and his bright
eye was fixed upon her with that eager friendly glance which made his
face so pleasant to those whom he loved.
"Your cousin has been telling me of the arrangements he has been
making for you with the lawyers," said Colonel Askerton. "I can only
say that I wish all the ladies had cousins so liberal, and so able to
be liberal."
"I thought I would see Colonel Askerton first, as you are staying at
his house. And as for liberality,--there is nothing of the kind. You
must understand, Clara, that a fellow can't do what he likes with
his own in this country. I have found myself so bullied by lawyers
and that sort of people, that I have been obliged to yield to them.
I wanted that you should have the old place, to do just what you
pleased with it."
"That was out of the question, Will."
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