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brother is alive, or has broken his neck; but he has children, Frank, and one of them shall be my son if you cross me farther in this matter. You will do your pleasure, I answered, rather, I fear, with more sullen indifference than respect, with what is your own. Yes, Frank, what I have is my own, if labour in getting, and care in augmenting, can make a right of property, and no drone shall feed on my honeycomb. Think on it well; what I have said is not without reflection, and what I resolve upon I will execute. Honoured sir,dear sir, exclaimed Owen, tears rushing into his eyes, you are not wont to be in such a hurry in transacting business of importance. Let Mr. Francis run up the balance before you shut the account; he loves you, I am sure; and when he puts down his filial obedience to the per contra, I am sure his objections will disappear. Do you think I will ask him twice, said my father sternly, to be my friend, my assistant, and my confident?to be a partner of my cares and of my fortune?Owen, I thought you had known me better. He looked at me as if he meant to add something more, but turned instantly away, and left the room abruptly. I was, I own, affected by this view of the case, which had not occurred to me; and my father would probably have had little reason to complain of me, had he commenced the discussion with this argument. But it was too late. I had much of his own obduracy of resolution, and Heaven had decreed that my sin should be my punishment, though not to the extent which my transgression merited. Owen, when we were left alone, continued to look at me with eyes, which tears from time to time moistened, as if to discover, before attempting the task of intercessor, upon what point my obstinacy was most assailable. At length he began, with broken and disconcerted accents,O Ld, Mr. Francis!Good Heavens, sir!My stars, Mr. Osbaldistone!that I should ever have seen this dayand you so young a gentleman, sirFor the love of Heaven! look at both sides of the accountThink what you are going to losea noble fortune, sirone of the finest houses in the City, even under the old firm of Tresham and Trent, and now Osbaldistone and TreshamYou might roll in gold, Mr. Francisand, my dear young Mr. Frank, if there was any particular thing in the business of the house which you disliked, I would (sinking his voice to a whisper) put it in order for you termly, or weekly, or daily, if you willDo, my dear Mr. Francis, think of the honour due to your father, that your days may be long in the land. I am much obliged to you, Mr. Owen, said I,very much obliged indeed; but my father is best judge how to bestow his money. He talks of one of my cousinslet him dispose of his wealth as he pleases, I will never sell my liberty for gold. Gold, sir?I wish you saw the balance-sheet of profits at last termIt was in five figuresfive figures to each partners sum total, Mr. FrankAnd all this is to go to a Papist, and a north-country booby, and a disaffected person besidesIt will break my heart, Mr. Francis, that have been toiling more like a dog than a man, and all for love of the firm.Think how it will sound, Osbaldistone, Tresham, and Osbaldistoneor, perhaps, who knows (again lowering his voice), Osbaldistone, Osbaldistone, and Tresham, for our Mr. Osbaldistone can buy them all out. But, Mr. Owen, my cousins name being also Osbaldistone, the name of the company will sound every bit as well in your ears. Oh, fie upon you, Mr. Francis, when you know how well I love youYour cousin, indeed!a Papist, no doubt, like his father, and a disaffected person to the Protestant successionthats another item, doubtless. There are many very good men Catholics, Mr. Owen, rejoined I. |
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