Oh that this wealth, so little desired by me, had been more at my disposal! but as it is, the day that sees me in possession of it, shall see it placed under your disposition, your control.

This is but justice,--common justice to you; you were the nearest relation of the departed.

I had no claim on him,--none but affection.

Affection! and yet I disobey him!" There was much in all this that secretly pleased Vargrave; but it only seemed to redouble his grief.
"Talk not thus, my ward, my friend--ah, still my friend," said he, putting his handkerchief to his eyes.

"I repine not; I am more than satisfied.