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They had not loved young Amedroz, for he had been haughty when among them, and there had been wrongs committed by the dissolute young squire, and grief had come from his misdoings upon more than one household; but to think that he should have destroyed himself with his own hand! And then, to think that Miss Clara would become a beggar when the old squire should die!
As regarded herself, of course she could not grieve for Mr Amedroz; and as regarded Clara, Clara's father had for some time past been apparently so insignificant, even in his own house, that it was difficult to acknowledge the fact that the death of such a one as he might leave a great blank in the world.
When he came down, Clara and her father were already in the dining-room, and he joined them there. Mr Amedroz, though he was not very quick in reading facts from the manners of those with whom he lived, had felt assured that things had gone wrong between Belton and his daughter. He had not as yet had a minute in which to speak to Clara, but he was certain that it was so.
And now Will Belton was the heir to Belton Castle; for Charles Amedroz, at the age of twenty-seven, had found the miseries of the world to be too many for him, and had put an end to them and to himself. Charles had been a clever fellow a very clever fellow in the eyes of his father.
Mr Wright, the clergyman, called at Belton Castle, and in the course of conversation with Mr Amedroz renewed one of those ill-natured rumours which had before been spread about Mrs Askerton. Clara did not see him, but she heard an account of it all from her father. 'Does it mean, papa, she said, speaking almost with anger, 'that you want me to give up Mrs Askerton?
'Will you drive with us today, Miss Amedroz? 'Not today, I think, Lady Aylmer. 'As you are reading, perhaps you won't mind our leaving you? 'Pray do not put yourself to inconvenience for me, Miss Aylmer, Such and such like was their conversation; but on a sudden, after a full half-hour's positive silence, Lady Aylmer asked a question altogether of another kind.
But now, almost before her joy had commenced, almost before she had realized the sweetness of her triumph, had come upon her this task of doing that herself which Clara in her generosity had refused to do. 'I have made my bed and I must lie upon it, she said. And then, instead of going down to the house as she had promised, she wrote the following letter to Miss Amedroz: 'The Cottage, Monday.
'Dead! Why, Fred, he was five years younger than I am! Then Captain Aylmer read the words of the message: 'Mr Amedroz died this morning at five o'clock. I have sent word to the lawyer and to Mr Belton. 'Who does it come from? asked Lady Aylmer. 'From Colonel Askerton. Lady Aylmer paused, and shook her head, and moved her foot uneasily upon the carpet.
Mr Amedroz and his daughter were sitting in a small drawing-room which looked out to the front of the house, and he, seated in his accustomed chair near the window, could see the arrival.
To be sure you'll have the Perivale property; but that is not a family estate, and you'll be much better off by turning it into money. And in the way of comfort, you can be a great deal more comfortable without a wife than you can with one. What do you want a wife for? And then, as to Miss Amedroz, for myself I must say that I like her uncommonly. She has been very pleasant in her ways with me.
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