“Why do you look so solemn, Louis? What is the grave subject of which you speak?”
“Our father’s estate. Supposing you to be dead, I inherited, and have disposed of it.”
“Is that what you call a serious matter?” said Gaston with an amused smile.
“It certainly is very serious to me; as you have a right to half of the estate, I must account to you for it. You have—”
“I have,” interrupted Gaston, “a right to ask you never to allude to the subject again. It is yours by limitation.”
“I cannot accept it upon those terms.”
“But you must. My father only wished to have one of us inherit his property; we will be carrying out his wishes by not dividing it.”
Seeing that Louis’s face still remained clouded, he went on:
“Ah, I see what annoys you, my dear Louis; you are rich, and think that I am poor, and too proud to accept anything from you. Is it not so?”
Louis started at this question. How could he reply so as not to commit himself?