[Newton Forster by Frederick Marryat]@TWC D-Link bookNewton Forster CHAPTER XXIX 4/6
Since then I have ascertained to whom the property belongs, and of course it has become more sacred." "You said a minute ago that you now more than ever wished the property in sate keeping.
Why so ?" "Because, disappointed in the hopes I had entertained of receiving your assistance, I foresaw that we should have more difficulties than ever to struggle against, and wished not to be in the way of temptation." "You were right.
Well, then, bring me those articles to-morrow, by one o'clock precisely; I will take charge of them, and give you a receipt.
Good morning, nephew; very happy to have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance.
Remember me kindly to my brother, and tell him I shall be happy to see him at one, precisely." "Good morning, sir," replied Newton, with a faltering voice, as he hurried away to conceal the disappointment and indignation which he felt at this cool reception and dismissal. "Not _legally_ mine--humph! I like that boy," muttered the old lawyer to himself when Newton had disappeared.--"Scratton!" "Yes, sir," replied the clerk, opening the door. "Fill up a cheque for five hundred pounds, self or bearer, and bring it to me to sign." "Yes, sir." "Is it this evening or to-morrow, that I attend the arbitration meeting ?" "This evening, seven o'clock." "What is the name of the party by whom I am employed ?" "Bosanquet, sir." "East India director, is he not ?" "Yes, sir." "Humph!--that will do." The clerk brought in the draft, which was put into his pocket-book without being signed; his coat was then buttoned up, and Mr John Forster repaired to the chop-house, at which for twenty-five years he had seldom failed to make his appearance at the hour of three or four at the latest. It was with a heavy heart that Newton returned to the inn in the Borough, at which he had left his father, whom he found looking out of window, precisely in the same seat and position where he had left him. "Well, Newton, my boy, did you see my brother ?" "Yes, sir; but I am sorry to say that I have little hope of his being of service to us." Newton then entered into a narration of what had passed. "Why really, Newton," said his father, in his single-heartedness, "I do not see such cause of despair.
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