England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
The man laughed again. “Not I. Nobody is likely to borrow of you,
Leonard. That is quite certain--not even the stoniest broke. Make your
mind quite easy. As for my friends in the City, I know very well what to
do about them. No; I am here because I want to throw myself upon the
family.”
“The family consists of your brother, who may be able to help you----”
“I’ve asked him. He won’t--Christopher was always a selfish beast. Good
fellow to knock about with and all that--ready for anything--but
selfish--damned selfish.”
“And your aunt Lucy----”
“I don’t know her. Who is she?”
“She is not able to assist you. And of myself.”
“You forget the Head of the Family--my old grandfather. I am going to
him.”
“You will get nothing out of him--not even a word of recognition.”
“I know. I have been down there to look at him. I have been to see his
solicitors.”
“You will get nothing from them without their client’s authority.”
“Well, you know the family affairs, of course. I suppose that a word
from you authorising or advising the transfer of a few thousands--or
hundreds--out of that enormous pile----”
“I have no right to authorise or advise. I know nothing about my
great-grandfather’s affairs.”
“Tell me, dear boy, what about those accumulations? We mentioned them
the other day.”
“I know nothing about them.”
“Of course, of course. I’m not going to put questions. The bulk of
everything will be yours, naturally. I have no objection. I am not going
to interfere with you. Only, don’t you think you could go to the people,
the agents or solicitors, and put it to them, that, as a son of the
House, I should like an advance of--say a thousand pounds?”
“I am quite certain beforehand they will do nothing for you.”
“You’re a better man of the world than I thought, my boy. I respect you
for it. Nobody is to have a finger in the pie but yourself. And you look
so damned solemn over it, too.”
“I tell you that I know nothing.”
“Just so--just so. Well, you know nothing. I’ve made a rough
calculation--but never mind. Let the accumulations be. Very good, then,
I shall not interfere. Meantime, I want some money. Get me from those
lawyers a thousand.”
“I cannot get you anything. As for myself, I have not got a thousand
pounds in the world. You forget that all I have is my mother’s small
fortune of a few hundreds a year. It is not in my power to lend you
anything.”
He laughed again in his enjoyment of the situation. “Delicious!” he
said. “And I said that I wasn’t going to borrow anything. This it is to
be a British swell. Well, I don’t mind. I will draw upon you at six
months. Come. Long before that time I shall be in funds again.”
“No. You shall not even draw upon me at six months,” Leonard replied,
with some vague knowledge of what was implied. “You told me you were
rich.”
“Every man is rich who is a partner in a going concern.”
“Then, again, why are you in this tight place?”
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