Torwood's trust : $b A novel (Vol. 2 of 3)Everett-Green, Evelyn
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Torwood's trust : $b A novel (Vol. 2 of 3)
Everett-Green, Evelyn
English fiction -- 19th century
But Miss Marjory paid no heed to him. She had flown back to her former
train of thought.
‘Philip Debenham, you must dispute that will. If there is any equity in
law, you can get it reversed as easily as possible. There could not be
a clearer case of bribery and corruption, or whatever they call it—at
least of coercion and fraud. Anyone with half an eye could see exactly
how it had all happened. You have as good a case, I should say, as a
man could wish. Take counsel’s opinion at once, and act accordingly. I
should dispute that will to the death, if I were you.’
‘There will be no need to do that,’ said Lewis, coming forward and
speaking for the first time, ‘for I decline to take advantage of it. I
am convinced, like other people, that there is something odd about that
condition. Anyway, it is a very unjust one. When the money comes to
me, I shall make it over to Maud. I should be ashamed to live upon her
fortune.’
Miss Marjory jumped up, and shook him by the hand.
‘Spoken like a man!’ she said with approbation. ‘You are no Belassis,
young man, in spite of your name. I have a great respect for your
character from this moment.’
‘No—no, Lewis,’ interposed Maud. ‘The money is yours, and you must have
it. I think I am rather glad for you to have something. You must not
make it over to me.’
‘If you do, you idiot of a boy,’ growled Belassis, whose face was
purple, ‘I’ll cut you off with a shilling! I’ll turn you out of my
house—I’ll make a beggar of you before a week is over!’
‘I think I’d as soon be a beggar, as loafing round at home doing
nothing,’ remarked Lewis slowly. ‘I dare say if I tried I could get
some sort of a berth. I’m not such a fool as I look.’
‘I’ll help you!’ cried Miss Marjory eagerly—‘I’ll stand your friend.
I’ll soon find something you can do. I like to see a man who wishes to
be independent. Don’t be downhearted. Trust to me.’
‘And to me,’ said Tor, ‘if you take a step like that. I’ll try to
ensure that you never repent it.’
Belassis looked daggers at his son, and would have spoken again, but
that his wife, who had crossed the room during the confusion, laid a
warning hand upon his arm.
‘Say no more now. Lewis is a mere baby; but he is obstinate, and will
only commit himself deeper and deeper if you oppose him now. We will
soon take the nonsense out of him when we have him alone.’
‘He _must_ not do it—it would ruin us!’ gasped Belassis helplessly.
‘He shall not do it. I will take care of it. Now come, don’t give way,
or play the fool. Quite enough odium and contempt has fallen to our
share to-day, without your adding to the burden by your cowardice. We
had better get away as fast as we can, or that hateful little yellow
woman will be making fresh discoveries.’
‘I’m sure I don’t want to stay,’ groaned her husband, with evident
sincerity. ‘It’s the most awful evening I’ve ever spent in my life.
Let’s get up and go. I’ll tell them that I’ll not stay here to be
insulted any longer.’
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