The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Lady Fleetwood, with the "best intentions," began the process by
assuring her young friend that she was very sorry indeed for the
differences between her brother and Mr. Hayley--the whole family were
very sorry, and had long hoped that it might be made up; but that her
brother had always been very firm--Lady Fleetwood would not call it
obstinate, though that was what she meant to imply; but she was a
woman of soft words, who never used a harsh expression in her life.
However, her consolations showed Henry Hayley that there was something
in his situation which needed consolation, and he proceeded to
ascertain from Lady Fleetwood what it was. In regard to keeping a
secret, it was a thing which Lady Fleetwood did not often succeed in
effecting, though she sometimes attempted it; and Henry soon learned
that Mr. Scriven, having heard, or discovered, or suspected, that Mr.
Hayley occasionally frequented a fashionable gambling-house, had about
two months before insisted upon an immediate dissolution of
partnership. The accounts were even then in course of settlement, Lady
Fleetwood told him; and she added, that she was very sorry to hear Mr.
Hayley was likely to be greatly embarrassed by this business, as some
speculations on his own private account had proved unsuccessful.
"She could not understand it," she said, "for she knew nothing of
business; but she recollected quite well having heard her brother say,
at the time of her father's death, that the eighth share of the
business was worth more than thirty thousand pounds."
Henry Hayley left her with a heart terribly depressed. He felt himself
compelled to think, and think deeply, for the first time in life; and
that very fact proved depressing. When we first learn that the flowers
of the garden, which this world generally is to youth, are doomed to
wither, by seeing the fair, frail things fade and fall, the heart
feels faint with apprehension lest they should never bloom again, nor
others rise up in their places. But the mind of the lad was a powerful
one, disposed for thought and apt for action.
"My father is ruined," he thought, "and perhaps his indulgence to me
may have contributed to involve him. More than one-half of the
_fellows_ at Eton were not allowed to spend nearly as much as I was,
and none more." Then came the thought, "What can I do to help him?"
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