?To accept?Gervase!?
?Madeline,? said the young man, ?nothing is so simple as it appears. Ther{181}e?s complications in everything. At first, I confess, I was overjoyed. It is miserable of me to grudge any sacrifice for you. You are worth far more than the giving up of my wretched instincts. Still, dear, I was glad, I must say. But then comes the thought?So far as I can see, ????? this could come only from my father.?
?Well, Gervase??
?And my father was honoured and praised for keeping back nothing. They gave him his house?the house my only property?to show their sense of the fact that he had kept back nothing. Don?t you see the irony of it? He must have kept back?who can tell what??when he has enough to send me this. Oh, Madeline, it makes my heart sick!?
Madeline?s countenance was a wonderful{182} sight, had he had eyes to see it. She grew very red, her eyes filled: an air of impatient vexation, almost beyond her control, came into her face. But Gervase noted nothing, being fully occupied with his own thoughts.
?I ask myself, can I use this money which has been subtracted from cooked accounts?which has been withdrawn from its first honest purpose of paying his creditors?which is false money, dishonest money? Good heavens! Madeline, my darling, have pity on me?don?t think me a fool. My father, whom I always trusted?whom I thought an honourable man???
?Madeline,? said the young man, ?nothing is so simple as it appears. Ther{181}e?s complications in everything. At first, I confess, I was overjoyed. It is miserable of me to grudge any sacrifice for you. You are worth far more than the giving up of my wretched instincts. Still, dear, I was glad, I must say. But then comes the thought?So far as I can see, ????? this could come only from my father.?
?Well, Gervase??
?And my father was honoured and praised for keeping back nothing. They gave him his house?the house my only property?to show their sense of the fact that he had kept back nothing. Don?t you see the irony of it? He must have kept back?who can tell what??when he has enough to send me this. Oh, Madeline, it makes my heart sick!?
Madeline?s countenance was a wonderful{182} sight, had he had eyes to see it. She grew very red, her eyes filled: an air of impatient vexation, almost beyond her control, came into her face. But Gervase noted nothing, being fully occupied with his own thoughts.
?I ask myself, can I use this money which has been subtracted from cooked accounts?which has been withdrawn from its first honest purpose of paying his creditors?which is false money, dishonest money? Good heavens! Madeline, my darling, have pity on me?don?t think me a fool. My father, whom I always trusted?whom I thought an honourable man???