“How would you regard a thousand dollars as a provision for him?”
“There is some difference between the position of my son and yours,” said Wentworth arrogantly.
“You are fortunate if your son equals mine in nobility of character.”
“Oh, I have no doubt your son is a paragon,” said Wentworth with a sneer. “But to the point! I will give you a thousand dollars and not a cent more.”
He had hardly finished this sentence when he started in affright. Warren Lane fell back in his chair in a state of insensibility.
Wentworth stepped hastily to the bureau, and opened the drawers one after another in the hope of finding the documents.—Page [27].