Frankly, the trustees were most inadequately provided for under the Will.
Hugh Murray.
Very well—relieve yourself of the trust and throw the estate into Chancery, and from this moment I undertake to bear on my shoulders the responsibilities of Miss Brudenell’s future.
Mr. Cheal.
My dear sir, you talk as if the young lady were not deeply in love with Mr. Renshaw.
Hugh Murray.
What judge is a school-girl of the worth of a man? Of course she falls in love with the first she meets.
Mr. Cheal.
Nothing of the kind. Why, for that matter, Miss Brudenell knew you before she met Mr. Renshaw.