"What do you mean?"
"Oh, papa, do not be angry with me! Nothing,—nothing shall induce me to take my Cousin Henry's money."
"It will be your money,—your money by your uncle's will. It is the very sum which he himself has named as intended for you."
"Yes, papa; but Uncle Indefer had not got the money to give. Neither you nor I should be angry with him; because he intended the best."
"I am angry with him," said the attorney in wrath, "because he deceived you and deceived me about the property."
"Never; he deceived no one. Uncle Indefer and deceit never went together."
"There is no question of that now," said the father. "He made some slight restitution, and there can, of course, be no question as to your taking it."
"There is a question, and there must be a question, papa. I will not have it. If my being here would be an expense too great for you, I will go away."
"Where will you go?"
"I care not where I go. I will earn my bread. If I cannot do that, I would rather live in the poor-house than accept my cousin's money."