Harry will not require it; he will be well off--much better than you imagine.

He will have back that twelve hundred a year when that puny girl dies.

She is, probably, dead by this time, and he will, besides, become a wealthy man by marriage." "But I think, my dear mother, that Harry has the best claim to it; he is your firstborn, and your eldest son." "He will not require it," replied his mother; "he is about to be married to Miss Riddle, the niece of Lord Cockle town." "Are you quite sure of that, mother ?" asked Harry, with a brow as black as midnight.
"There is an arrangement made," she replied; "the marriage settlements are to be drawn up, but left unsigned until the death of Alice Goodwin." Charles here gave a groan of agony, which, for the life of him, he could not suppress.
"She will not die, I hope," said he; "and, mother, as for the property, leave it to Harry.

I don't think you ought to change your contemplated arrangements on my account, even should I recover." "Yes, Charles, but I will--only contrive and live; you are my son, and as sure as I have life you will be heir to my property." "But Maria, mother," replied the generous young man; "Maria--" and he looked imploringly and affectionately into her face.
"Maria will have an ample portion; I have taken care of that.

I will not leave my property to those who are strangers to my blood, as a son-in-law must be.