Agnes Vol. 2 — page 200: what you’re looking at

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AGNES ; OL, BRAUTY AND PLEASURE. ' OME Chou; feo TO vy rine ' aa ' ie | x. i 5 at a4 a | a a bh wa of the iend. And now you see, Timperloy, that I am treating you with all the friendship that was wont to exist between ue. You understand mef Indeed I am very happy that you chaneed to drop in at this moment!” “ And I am very glad also, Sir John,” replied tho lawyer, with a very low bow; “ because I see that there is something wherein my advice can possibly be given, anc which also involves the setting of your mind at rest.” “Well, I must trust you,” said the Baronet. “ Be so kind as to listen with attention, my deur Timperley. Judgment will be pronounced in a few days. If the decision be in my favour, well and good; there will be an end to the matter—I shall continue rich—success will add another ten years to my life—and at my death my catatee will ac- company the title to my son.” . “So much for the bright side of the picture, wir Jubn,” remarked Timperley “TI see that yon | 193 lat Hi | on ‘|i Ny a a mali eal. jis oh vyh Ny tj | "aa an ae (4 rq ; ve 1’ ! Pan hl ff . J 2B aro now on the point of affording mea view of the dark side.” “ Precisely so,” roanmed the Baranet. “ Let us suppose that judgment is given against me,—all my estates are swept away, and the ready money which I may bo enabled to dispose of will only just suffice to pay my lawyers’ bills and other out- standing debts. In short, Mr. Timperley, if 1 do so dispose of that money I shall leave myself an absolute pauper. But that will not be pauperiain only for me—but a heritage of pauperiem for my sop, who has been luxuriously brought up, and tu whom I have not dared tell the tale of this des- perate position in which I may posmbly he placed |” “ It would indeed be a very awkward position, Sir John,” interjected Mr. Timperley : and then he waited for further explanations. “ Yos-—very awkward indeed,” said the Baronet peevishly,—“‘very awkward! Come now, why ECORDICELO© S