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And, now that Herresford was broken in health, and had become a pitiful wreck, he preferred to be left entirely at Trimmer's mercy. "What are you going to do about an heir now?" asked the valet, curtly. "Have you made a new will?" "No, I've not. Why should I? I left everything to the boy with a reasonable amount for his mother. In the event of his death, his mother inherits.
Trimmer was no less surprised. "Trimmer, you can leave us," cried Mary, whose eyes were glistening with an unusual light. There was a red patch in her cheeks, the lips were hard set, and her hands were working nervously in her muff. "I wish to speak to my father privately." "If Mr. Herresford wishes " "I wish it. Please leave us!" "Don't go!
"Did I? No no; certainly not! You misunderstood me." "Mr. Herresford and his family are fond of misunderstandings," said the manager stiffly, with a flash of scorn. He shrewdly guessed who the real forger was; but, in the face of the miser's declaration, he was powerless. "This means, Mr. Barnby, that now my son will not be arrested, that the impudent affront put upon us by Mr.
Her hands were trembling, and tears streamed down her cheeks. At intervals, she muttered in rage against her father, whom at this moment she positively hated. For that matter, old Herresford, by reason of his unscrupulous operations in augmenting his enormous fortune, was one of the most cordially hated men in the country.
It will be a matter for us then, not for Herresford, who wouldn't part with a cent to save his own, much less his daughter's, child." Vivian Ormsby had special reasons for hating Dick Swinton just now, not unconnected with a certain Dora Dundas. Yet, he sent for his cashier, and handed him the check. "Pay it," he directed.
As she tugged at a trail of late roses, sending their petals in a crimson stream upon the turf, Herresford dragged himself higher upon the pillows, his lips working in anger, and his fingers clawing irritably at the coverlet. "Leave them alone, leave them alone!" he cried. "How dare she touch my flowers! I'll have her shut out of the place, daughter or no daughter. What does she want here?
"We're a little upset, Ormsby we're a little upset," cried the colonel. "But a soldier's daughter is not afraid of her tears being seen. We were talking about poor Swinton. Dora has only just heard. How do things go at the rectory? And what's Herresford going to do about the checks?" "He insists upon our paying, and we must get the money from somebody. Mrs. Swinton has none.
What answer shall I take him?" "I will call at Asherton Hall this afternoon," the girl promised. "I will acquaint Mr. Herresford with your decision," replied Trimmer, and forthwith he took his departure. When it was too late to recall her promise, Dora regretted having given it. She was rather frightened, and could not guess what the terrible old man could possibly want with her.
The patient declared that he was not yet capable of attending to details, but he wanted to see the check signed by Herresford and presented by Dick Swinton. "Which check?" asked Mr. Barnby; "the one for two thousand or the one for five thousand? I have them both." "There are two, then?" Ormsby's eyes glistened. "Yes, with the same strange discoloration of the ink.
Unless Mr. Herresford made that avowal with his own lips, no one would take the slightest notice of it. It would only be adding folly to crime. I wish you good-day." He held the door wide open, still smiling with an evil light in his eyes. As she passed out, she was almost tempted to strike him, so great was her mortification. "You are as bad as my father," she cried.
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