The Argosy — page 180: what you’re looking at

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164 The Master of Greylands. ‘Will you give me then a short interview at your house this evening? Or to-morrow morning, if that will suit you better.” “No,” replied Mr, Castlemaine. ‘“‘' Twice I have been to Greylands’ Rest, asking to see you, Uncle James ; and twice have I been denied. Though the last time I think you were at home, and saw me from the window.” ‘ ‘You cannot have anything to say to me that I wish to hear or that would be profitable to yourself,” returned the Master of Greylands : ‘for that reason I was denied to you. Our first interview was not so satisfactory that we need wish for another.” ‘‘ But it is necessary that we should converse,” returned the young man. ‘I am waiting to have this question settled as to Greylands’ Rest.” ‘‘What question ?” demanded Mr. Castlemaine, with haughty in- difference—just as though he had quite forgotten anything had ever arisen in regard to it. “ Greylands’ Rest is yours, Uncle James, or it is mine. I must ascertain which of us it belongs to. You decline to tell me 7 ‘Decline to tell you!” interrupted Mr. Castlemaine. ‘‘ Cannot you use your eyes and your judgment, and see that it is mine?” ‘‘T see that you are in possession of it, Uncle James; I see no farther. You decline to show me anything of the facts: my Uncle Peter declines; Knivett, the attorney-at-law, declines.” “Have you applied to Knivett ? ” “Ves, last week.” The eyes of Mr. Castlemaine flashed fire. ‘ How dare you do such a thing, sir, as attempt to interfere in my affairs? Tamper with men of business ! By Heaven, I havea great mind to give you into custody !” ‘‘To not let us quarrel, Uncle James ; suffer me to say what little I have to say quietly. I did not go to Mr. Knivett otherwise than openly. He said he could tell me nothing ; and I recognized the weight of his objection—that he is your attorney. Being so, he of course cannot act for.me.” | ‘Perhaps you tried to bribe him,” scoffed Mr. Castlemaine, who was foolishly beginning to lose his temper. | ‘¢T would not do any mean or dishonourable thing, Uncle James; I am a Castlemaine, and my father’s son. But what I have to say to you is this, that matters cannot rest as they are: and I wish you fully to understand what my course will be if you do not give me the satisfaction I require, as to who is the true owner of Greylands’ Rest. Only show me that it is yours, and I make my bow of departure from Greylands.” “You are pretty insolent for a young man!” retorted Mr. Castle- mane, looking down on him with scorn. “ Do you suppose ‘such ‘an application was ever made to a gentleman before? You speak of our 0)(0)(O) SS (C(O) in —_)