'
'It would simply outrage his legal mind,' said Martyn.
'Then what is to be done? Is the injustice to be perpetual?' asked
Emily.
'This is what I have thought of,' said Clarence. 'We must leave
matters as they are till I can realise enough either to pay off all
these bequests, or to offer Mr. Fordyce the value of the estate.'
'It is not the whole,' I said.
'Not the Wattlesea part. This means Chantry House and the three
farms in the village. 10,000 pounds would cover it.'
'Is it possible?' asked Emily.
'Yes,' returned Clarence, 'God helping me. You know our concern is
bringing in good returns, and Mr. Castleford will put me in the way
of doing more with my available capital.'
'We will save so as to help you!' added Emily. At which he smiled.
CHAPTER XLII--ON A SPREE
'Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilight too, her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn,
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.'
WORDSWORTH.
Clarence went to London according to his determination, and as he
had for some time been urgent that I should try some newly-invented
mechanical appliances, he took me with him, this being the last
expedition of the ancient yellow chariot. One of his objects was
that I should see St. Paul's, Knightsbridge, which was then the most
distinguished church of our school of thought, and where there was
to be some special preaching.
Pages:
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353
354
355
356
357
358
359
360
361
362
363