“I am helping him court my cousin, Georgie. He likes her better than you ever thought he cared for me. You see, father, I have never ceased to truly love Milton. Pray, forgive me, but I thought the best way to rid myself of Mr. Clafton’s attentions, was to have him fall in love with Cousin Georgie. He has entered into the trap beautifully, and I am spared much annoyance. Dear old dad, you are not mad?”
“I ought to be,” said Mr. Salmon, “but I cannot help admiring your professional method in outwitting the old gentleman. Your scheme was clever, even if I am the victim. But think not that I will ever withdraw my objection to Milton.”
“I don’t expect you to,” said Marie with a deep sigh.
“Then you will give him up?”
“No,” said she, “I won’t ask your consent. We’ll slip off quietly some day when he returns, and your newspaper friend, Doane, will, in his journal, record an elopement.”
“Never worry,” said Salmon, much annoyed, “your Milton will never come back. He’ll get tangled up in Rome with some Italian beauty, and she will keep him abroad. These stone cutters always act that way.”
“Father,” said the girl, almost in tears, “you are most unkind and most unjust,” and she left the room, looking for consolation.
Paul entered about this time, for the purpose of having an interview with Mr. Salmon, who was his lawyer.
“These are the papers which the lady requested me to present to you. She settles her entire fortune upon you, giving you full power to make such disposition of the same as you see fit. In fact, she is most liberal,” said Mr. Salmon.
“Are these the papers?” said Paul, as he took them from the hand of the lawyer.