"
"Oh, Mr. Carradyne!" Her manner had changed now.
"I was the destined inheritor, as you know--for I'm sure nobody has been
reticent upon the subject--of these broad lands," with a sweep of the
hand towards the plains outside. "Captain Monk is now pleased to inform
me that he thinks of substituting for me Mrs. Hamlyn's child."
"But would not that be very unjust?"
"Hardly fair--as it seems to me. Considering that my good uncle obliged
me to give up my own prospects for it."
She stood, her hands clasped in sympathy, her face full of earnest
sadness. "How unkind! Why, it would be cruel!"
"Well, I confess I felt it to be so at the first blow. But, standing at
the outside window yonder to pull myself together, a ray or two of light
crept in, showing me that it may be for the best after all. 'Whatever
_is_, is right,' you know."
"Yes," she slowly said--"if you can think so. But, Mr. Carradyne, should
you not have anything at all?--anything to live upon after Captain
Monk's death?"
"Just a trifle, I calculate, as the Americans say--and it is calculating
I have been--that I need not altogether starve.
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