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entreats you to remember how Mr. Andrew Vanstone's fortune has come
into your hands; it informs you that one-half of that fortune, divided
between his daughters, was what his will intended them to have; and it
asks of your sense of justice to do for his children what he would have
done for them himself if he had lived. In plainer words still, it asks
you to give one-half of the money to the daughters, and it leaves you
free to keep the other half yourself. That is the proposal. Why have you
refused to consider it?"
"For the simplest possible reason, Miss Garth," said Noel Vanstone, in
high good-humor. "Allow me to remind you of a well-known proverb: A fool
and his money are soon parted. Whatever else I may be, ma'am, I'm not a
fool."
"Don't put it in that way, sir!" remonstrated Mrs. Lecount. "Be
serious--pray be serious!"
"Quite impossible, Lecount," rejoined her master. "I can't be serious.
My poor father, Miss Garth, took a high moral point of view in this
matter. Lecount, there, takes a high moral point of view--don't
you, Lecount? I do nothing of the sort. I have lived too long in the
Continental atmosphere to trouble myself about moral points of view.
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