The Heart of a MysterySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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The Heart of a Mystery
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century; Mystery and detective stories
"As circumstances are with me now, it would leave me with a very
narrow margin to live upon," he replied; "but even were it still
smaller, I would gladly make the sacrifice."
"What about your marriage? I hope you don't forget that the burthen
you propose saddling yourself with is not merely a question of a year
or two, but of the lifetime of your mother, who, we have every reason
to hope and believe, may live for many years to come."
"As for my marriage, it would have to be put off till more prosperous
times," replied Clem, not without a stifled sigh.
"Very well; but there is another feature which you may not, perhaps,
have considered. Supposing the twelve thousand pounds to have been
refunded in accordance with your wish, in the case of my mother's
death, how would you propose to make up Fanny's one-third share of it
to which she is entitled by my father's will? She may be married
before that time, in which case the four thousand pounds she supposes
herself to be ultimately entitled to will naturally be considered,
both by her and her husband, as a certainty which nothing can deprive
them of."
"That is a point which certainly failed to strike me," answered Clem.
"But let me answer your question by asking another. Supposing the
money not to have been refunded, in case of my mother's death would
you be willing to touch your share of an amount to which morally you
have no more right than has any of your clerks who are at work in the
next room?"
Edward bit his lips.
"No," he said emphatically, after a pause; "in such a case as you
speak of, not one shilling of the money would be touched by me."
"I could have vouched for your answer beforehand," said Clem, with a
smile of triumph. "Now that you have confessed thus much, it is
impossible for you to stop there. You are as convinced as I am, my
dear Ned, that the twelve thousand pounds must be refunded. As
honorable men no other course is open to us." He looked at his watch,
and then rose and pushed back his chair. "I find I have not another
minute to spare," he said, as he gripped his brother's hand. "But now
that we are agreed as to the main point at issue, the settlement of
the details can be left till I see you next."
It was on Edward's lips to say, "I have agreed to nothing," but some
feeling restrained him.
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