Still determined to reach her end, she tried again to force her unhappy daughter on me. "Will you consent," she persisted, "to see Susan?"If she had been a little nearer to me, I am afraid I should have struck her. "You wretch!" I said, "do you know that I am a dying man?""While there's life there's hope," Mrs. Rymer remarked.
I ought to have controlled myself; but it was not to be done.
"Hope of your daughter being my rich widow?" I asked.
Her bitter answer followed instantly.
"Even then," she said, "Susan wouldn't marry Rothsay."A lie! If circumstances favored her, I knew, on Rothsay's authority, what Susan would do.
