Penny Dreadfuls, 1892 · page 31 of 93
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ig 4 ‘ 4 ‘ . y ; . \- TS) aw GUY’S PLAN. 25 - anything I ever dreamed of, that she is a thousand times - too good for me; and you will not even see her. Is this the love of a parent, wishing the best for the son who has never before conscientiously caused her a pang! Will you not see Violet, mother?” . “T will not, and I forbid your doing so.” He turned away sorrowfully. “Well, mother. I will not multiply words with you. I shall marry Violet, and I hope that you will receive her as your daughter.” “Never, Guy! never! And let me say to you here and now,” and she rose passionately from her chair, “that. if you marry that woman [ shall disinherit you, and you know what that means.” A faint, sad smile passed -over his lips, and without a word he left the room, that so few minutes before had been echoing with his infectious mirth. And even then the imperious mother could not comprehend her more - haughty son. e CHAPTER VI. GUY’S PLAN. Guy knew his mother better than she knew him, and | that Leicslodac told him that she would never yield her position as long as there was any hope that he would yield his. And he felt that she misjudged him so much that she would not be convinced that he was in earnest until he had put it out of the reach of doubt. But how was that to be accomplished? He had already told his mother, as emphatically as he knew how, that he would marry Violet in spite of her opposition, in spite of her threat to disinherit him, and still he knew that she believed he would finally yield. The threat of disinheritance brought a faint smile to his face as he recalled it. It was his mother’s last card, and the manner in which she had played it was evidence that she considered it a strong one. How strange it seemed to him that his mother could think for a moment that money could have any weight in the balance against the love of such a one as Violet. Lady Darlington’s fortune was an immense one, and was all that made the earldom of value, for the income from the estate which went with the title was not much over five thousand pounds a year, a sum quite inedeevate