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Edward Cossey took no notice of the friendly words or outstretched hand, but came straight on as though he intended to walk past him. The Colonel was wondering what it was best to do, for he could not mistake the meaning of the oversight, when the Squire, who was sometimes very quick to notice things, spoke in a loud and decided tone. "Mr.
"Father," she said again, "will you give me ten days, that is, until Christmas Day? If nothing happens between this and then I will marry Mr. Edward Cossey." A sudden light of hope shone in his eyes. She saw it, though he tried to hide it by turning his head away. "Oh, yes," he answered, "as you wish; settle it one way or the other on Christmas Day, and then we can go out with the new year.
But in the event of the money not being forthcoming at the end of six months' notice the ordinary steps will be taken to realise by foreclosure. "I am, dear sir, yours truly, "W. Quest. "James de la Molle, Esq., J.P., D.L." "I see now," said Ida. "Mr. Cossey has no further hold on the mortgages or on the property." "That's it," said the Squire; "he has transferred them to that rascally lawyer.
He coloured once more, he could not prevent himself from doing so. "No," he answered; "what makes you ask such a question?" "I don't know," she said, laughing a little; "feminine curiosity I suppose. I thought that you might be. Good-bye," and she went on, leaving Edward Cossey to the enjoyment of a very peculiar set of sensations. "What a coward!" said Belle to herself.
Edward Cossey wisely enough declined to entertain the idea, but the Colonel had been perfectly in earnest about it. Odd as it may appear in the latter end of this nineteenth century, nothing would have given him greater pleasure than to put his life against that of his unworthy rival.
Mind, Edward, if ever you get a chance don't forget to pay that blackguard Quaritch out pound for pound, and twice as much again for compound interest hee! hee! hee!" "The old gentleman keeps his head for business pretty well," said Mr. Quest to Edward Cossey as soon as they were well outside the door. "Keeps his head?" answered Edward, "I should just think he did.
"Do you mean to allow this man to marry your daughter for her money?" "Mr. Cossey," answered the Squire, with his politest and most old- fashioned bow, "whatever sympathy I may have felt for you is being rapidly alienated by your manner. I told you that my daughter must speak for herself. She has spoken very clearly indeed, and, in short, I have absolutely nothing to add to her words."
When he had first seen Mrs. Quest that afternoon she and Cossey were alone together, and he had noticed something unusual about her, something unnatural and intense. Indeed, he remembered he had told her that she looked like the Tragic Muse.
Cossey, Will you come over and see me this afternoon about three o'clock? I shall /expect/ you, so I am sure you will not disappoint me. For a long while he hesitated what to do. Belle Quest was at the present juncture the very last person whom he wished to see. His nerves were shaken and he feared a scene, but on the other hand he did not know what danger might threaten him if he refused to go.
Cossey is a crack shot, I daresay that I shall be nowhere; but I will shoot as well as I can." "Do you know, it is very feminine, but I would give anything to see you beat him?" and she nodded and laughed, whereupon Harold Quaritch vowed in his heart that if it in him lay he would not disappoint her.
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