Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
As the attorney ended these words, he raised his eyes, which were fixed
as he spoke upon the roll of parchment which he held in his hand, and
caught, fixed full upon him, such a broadside of rage from the large and
really very expressive eyes of his cousin, that he actually trembled
from top to toe, and heartily repenting him of the temerity which led
him to hazard so dangerous a jest, he quietly sat down at a table, and
spreading open the parchment upon it, added, "But although it would be
altogether foreign to your noble nature, cousin Cartwright, to express,
or indeed to feel any thing like curiosity on the subject, it would be
equally foreign to mine not to open my heart to you with all the
frankness that our near kindred demands. Do not then refuse, dear
cousin, to share with me the pleasure I feel in knowing that Heaven has
taken care of its own! The only instruction I have received from your
pious and exemplary wife, cousin Cartwright, was to draw her will
exactly on the model of this, which, as you may perceive, is a copy of
the one under which she herself was put into the possession of the
splendid fortunes of which, by especial providence, you have already the
control, and of which, should it please the merciful Disposer of all
things so to order it that this lady, really fitter for heaven than
earth, should be taken to Abraham's bosom before you, you will become
the sole owner and possessor, you and your heirs for ever!"
Mr. Cartwright had in general great command over himself, rarely
betraying any feeling which he wished to conceal. Perhaps even the anger
which gleamed in his eye a few moments before, and which had now given
place to a placidity that would by every serious lady in England have
been denominated "heavenly,"--perhaps even this, though it seemed to
dart forth involuntarily, was in truth permitted to appear, as being a
more safe and desirable mode of obtaining his object than the collaring
his cousin and saying, "Refuse to let me see that paper, and I murder
you!"
But no object was now to be obtained by permitting his looks to express
his feelings; and therefore, though he felt his heart spring within him
in a spasm of joy and triumph, he looked as quiet and unmoved as if
nothing extraordinary had happened.
"It is very well, cousin Stephen," he said; "make not any unnecessary
delay in the preparing of this deed. Life is very uncertain; and
moreover, the time is known to no man. Wherefore, let this thing be done
immediately."
"Could I see Miss Helen for a moment alone, if I got this completed,
signed, sealed, and delivered by to-morrow night?" said the attorney.
"Yes, my good cousin, yes; I pledge you my word for it."
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