The Treasure of Heaven - A Romance of Riches by Marie Corelli
page 52 of 612 (08%)
page 52 of 612 (08%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
"I have no ideas at all," she answered after a pause, the corners of her
red mouth drooping in petulant, spoilt-child fashion, "and if you go away I shall have no pleasures either!" He smiled. "I'm sorry you take it that way," he said. "But I'm nearing the end of my tether, Lucy, and increasing age makes me restless. I want change of scene--and change of surroundings. I am thoroughly tired of my present condition." "Tired?" and her eyes expressed whole volumes of amazement. "Not really? _You_--tired of your present condition? With all your money?" "With all my money!" he answered drily, "Money is not the elixir of happiness, Lucy, though many people seem to think it is. But I prefer not to talk about myself. Let me speak of you. What do you propose to do with your life? You will marry, of course?" "I--I suppose so," she faltered. "Is there any one you specially favour?--any young fellow who loves you, or whom you are inclined to love--and who wants a start in the world? If there is, send him to me, and, if he has anything in him, I'll make myself answerable for his prosperity." She looked up with a cold, bright steadfastness. "There is no one," she said. "Dear Mr. Helmsley, you are very good, but I assure you I have never fallen in love in my life. As I told you |
|