Torwood's trust : $b A novel (Vol. 1 of 3)Everett-Green, Evelyn
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Torwood's trust : $b A novel (Vol. 1 of 3)
Everett-Green, Evelyn
English fiction -- 19th century
‘You will not be rich, unless you fulfil a condition your father made
in his will.’
‘Oh, I forgot. I did hear there was a condition. Do you know what it
is, Lewis?’
‘Yes, Maud. The condition is that you marry me. If you refuse, you only
get five thousand pounds, and I get the rest. He was so anxious about
it that he made a will, as I have said.’
‘Marry you!’ Maud’s face had flushed crimson. ‘Why, Lewis, when papa
died, I was six and you were nine. How could he want us to marry?’
‘He looked to the future, I suppose. I have known this some time, Maud;
but I loved you before I knew. I think it was a very unjust condition
to make; but I cannot help that. Only do help to cancel the injustice;
do think of your dead father’s wishes, and think a little of my love.’
Maud was silent, and her face was grave.
‘You like me, don’t you, Maud?’
‘Oh yes, Lewis; I like you very much.’
‘Do you think it would be quite impossible to love me?’
‘I can’t fancy ever caring for you in that way,’ was the candid answer.
‘But you will think about it?—you will try?’
‘I shall think about it, I am sure; but it all seems so odd—it isn’t
fair. I ought to have my mother’s money, as Phil did not get it. You
have no right to it.’
‘Not the least,’ Lewis admitted frankly; ‘but I did not make the will.’
‘No; Uncle Belassis did that, I suppose,’ said the girl rather bitterly.
Lewis did not contradict her; he only said:
‘You value your fortune, Maud?’
‘Of course I do. I am not a baby, and I am not silly. I don’t want
to be dependent on Phil, though he is so generous. I ought to be
independent and have my rights.’
‘Then take them, Maud,’ pleaded Lewis earnestly; ‘take them, and take
me too.’
‘I must think about it,’ answered Maud, with the petulance of a
bewildered mind. ‘Don’t talk to me any more. I must think about it
all;’ and, in her own mind, she added, ‘I must talk to Phil.’
It was rather a silent party that walked back from Ladywell to Thornton
House.
CHAPTER VII.
MICHAEL MEREDITH.
Three days had now passed since Tor’s arrival at his uncle’s house,
and a good deal of business and pleasure had been compressed into that
brief period.
The master of Ladywell was winning golden opinions from all around
him. Mr. Belassis had found him pleasant and easy to deal with in a
business capacity, and there had been no awkward questions asked during
the examination of the papers and accounts relating to the Ladywell
property. True, his nephew declined the generous offer he made of
relieving him of all the business and trouble in the management of the
estate, and elected to keep all in his own inexperienced hands; but
then, as Mr. Belassis said to his wife, ‘There was nothing in that; no
implied distrust. Most men would prefer to manage their own property,
though it’s a thousand pities he does not go abroad again and leave
everything to me.’
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