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It was a small party, more social than formal: Mr. and Mrs. Bitterworth, Lord Garle and his sister, Miss Hautley and John Massingbird. Miss Hautley was again staying temporarily at Deerham Hall, but she would leave it on the following day. John Massingbird was invited at the special request of Lionel.
Bitterworth had bent his head in a reverie, stealing a glance at Lionel now and then. "Is there nothing that you can charge your conscience with; no sin, which may have come to the knowledge of your uncle, and been deemed by him a just cause for disinheritance?" questioned Mr. Bitterworth, in a meaning tone. "There is nothing, so help me Heaven!" replied Lionel, with emotion.
To see the vicar and surgeon of a country village in company by night, imparts the idea that some one of its inhabitants may be in extremity. It did so now to Mr. Bitterworth "Where do you come from?" he asked. "From Hook's," answered Jan. "The mother's better to-night; but I have had another patient there.
"I find by the date of this will that it was made the week subsequent to my departure for Paris, when Jan met with the accident. He was not displeased with me then, so far as I knew " "Did you go to Paris in opposition to his wish?" interrupted Mr. Bitterworth. "On the contrary, he hurried me off.
I had to go to Baker's and to Flint's between dinner and tea." "And to how many Bakers and Flints do I have to go between dinner and tea?" retorted Jan. "You know what to give Mrs. Bitterworth. So start." Master Cheese felt aggrieved beyond everything.
Twenty-five pounds for "a mourning ring" were bequeathed to each of the two executors, Sir Rufus Hautley, and Mr. Bitterworth; and old Matthew Frost had forty pounds a year for his life. Such were the chief features of the will; and the utter astonishment it produced on the minds and countenances of some of the listeners was a sight to witness. Lionel, Mrs.
He has sent me to bring you to him without delay. You have heard that there's a change in him?" "Oh, yes, I have heard it," replied the lawyer. "I am at his service, Mr. Bitterworth." "He wants his last will altered. Remedied, I should say," continued Mr. Bitterworth, looking the lawyer full in the face, and nodding confidentially. "Altered to what it was before?" eagerly cried the lawyer. Mr.
I altered my will when smarting under the discovery of his unworthiness; but, even then a doubt as to whether I was doing right caused me to name him as inheritor, should the Massingbirds die." "Why, that must have been a paradox!" exclaimed Mr. Bitterworth. "Lionel Verner should inherit before all, or not inherit at all.
From a hint he dropped to me just now at Hook's, I find he takes the same view of the case that I do." "Since when have you suspected this, Jan?" "Not for many hours. Don't keep me, Lionel. Bitterworth may be dying, for aught I know, and so may Alice Hook." Jan went on like a steam-engine. Lionel remained, standing at his entrance-gate, more like a prostrate being than a living man.
They paid the visit to Mrs. Bitterworth. Mr. Bitterworth was not at home. He had gone to see Mr. Verner. A sudden beating of the heart, a rising flush in the cheeks, a mist for a moment before her eyes, and Lucy was being whirled to Verner's Pride. Lady Verner had ordered the carriage thither, as they left Mrs. Bitterworth's. They found them both in the drawing-room. Mr.
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