Frances Waldeaux by Rebecca Harding Davis
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have money. I brought him no dot, alas! Except"--with
a burlesque courtesy--"my beauty and my blood. I must know how much money we shall have before I design the menage." "George has his income," said his mother hastily. "Ah! You are alarmed, madam! You do not like plain words about the affaires? George tells me that although he is long ago of age, he has as yet received no portion of his father's estates." "Lisa! You do not understand! Mother, I did not complain. You have always given me my share of the income from the property. I have no doubt it was a fair share--as much as if my father had left me my portion, according to custom." "Yes, it was a fair share," said Frances. "Ah! you smile, madam!" interrupted Lisa. "I am told it is a vast property, a grand chateau--many securities! M. Waldeaux pere made a will, on dit, incredibly foolish, with no mention of his son. But now that this son comes to marry, to become the head of the house, if you were a French mother, if you were just, you would---- You appear to be amused, madam?" For Mrs. Waldeaux was laughing. She could not speak for a moment. The tears stood in her eyes. |
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