The girl's doomed—subdued—overcome; I am in the process of killing her.”
“Of killing her! My God, how? not by violence, surely—that, you know, would not be safe.”
“I know that; no—not by violence, but by the power of this dark eye that you see in my head.”
“Heavenly Father! then you possess it?”
“I do; and if I were never to see her again I don't think she could recover; she will merely wither away very gently, and in due time will disappear without issue—and then, whose is the property?”
“As to that, you know there can be no doubt about it; there is the will—the stupid; will, by which she got it.”
“I shall see her again, however—nay, in spite of them I shall see her time after time, and shall give her the Evil Eye, until the; scene closes—until I attend her funeral.”
“My mind is somewhat at ease,” replied his mother; “because I was alarmed lest you should have had recourse to any process that might have brought you within the operation of the law.”
“Make your mind easy on that point, my dear mother. No law compels a man to close his eyes; a cat, you know, may look on a king; but of one thing you may be certain—she dies—the victim is mine.”
“One thing is certain,” replied his mother, “that if she and Charles should marry, you are ousted from the property.”