It seemed to
Robert, as he glanced from one to the other of them, that he had never
seen his father look so evil, or his sister so beautiful.
"Who is the fellow, then?" asked the old man after a considerable pause.
"I hope he got all this in an honest fashion. Five millions in jewels,
you say. Good gracious me! Ready to give it away, too, but afraid of
pauperising any one. You can tell him, Robert, that you know of one
very deserving case which has not the slightest objection to being
pauperised."
"But who can he possibly be, Robert?" cried Laura. "Haw cannot be his
real name. He must be some disguised prince, or perhaps a king in
exile. Oh, I should have loved to have seen those diamonds and the
emeralds! I always think that emeralds suit dark people best. You must
tell me again all about that museum, Robert."
"I don't think that he is anything more than he pretends to be," her
brother answered. "He has the plain, quiet manners of an ordinary
middle-class Englishman. There was no particular polish that I could
see. He knew a little about books and pictures, just enough to
appreciate them, but nothing more. No, I fancy that he is a man quite
in our own position of life, who has in some way inherited a vast sum.
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