Arranged marriage -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Love stories; Psychological fiction; Scotland -- Fiction; Women murderers -- Fiction
“It is not in this place,” he said, “that I can hear Sir William
Ashton’s explanation of the matters in question between us. It is not
here, where my father died of a broken heart, that I can with decency
or temper investigate the cause of his distress. I might remember that
I was a son, and forget the duties of a host. A time, however, there
must come, when these things shall be discussed, in a place and in a
presence where both of us will have equal freedom to speak and to
hear.”
“Any time,” the Lord Keeper said, “any place, was alike to those who
sought nothing but justice. Yet it would seem he was, in fairness,
entitled to some premonition respecting the grounds upon which the
Master proposed to impugn the whole train of legal proceedings, which
had been so well and ripely advised in the only courts competent.”
“Sir William Ashton,” answered the Master, with warmth, “the lands
which you now occupy were granted to my remote ancestor for services
done with his sword against the English invaders. How they have glided
from us by a train of proceedings that seem to be neither sale, nor
mortgage, nor adjudication for debt, but a nondescript and entangled
mixture of all these rights; how annual rent has been accumulated upon
principal, and no nook or coign of legal advantage left unoccupied,
until our interest in our hereditary property seems to have melted away
like an icicle in thaw—all this you understand better than I do. I am
willing, however, to suppose, from the frankness of your conduct
towards me, that I may in a great measure have mistaken your personal
character, and that things may have appeared right and fitting to you,
a skilful and practised lawyer, which to my ignorant understanding seem
very little short of injustice and gross oppression.”
“And you, my dear Master,” answered Sir William—“you, permit me to say,
have been equally misrepresented to me. I was taught to believe you a
fierce, imperious, hot-headed youth, ready, at the slightest
provocation, to throw your sword into the scales of justice, and to
appeal to those rude and forcible measures from which civil polity has
long protected the people of Scotland. Then, since we were mutually
mistaken in each other, why should not the young nobleman be willing to
listen to the old lawyer, while, at least, he explains the points of
difference betwixt them?”
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