"
"There is no earthly probability--nay, possibility of it--which is a
stronger word--I know, my lord, she will die, and that very soon."
"You know, madam! How the deuce can you know? It is all in the hands of
God. I hope she will live to enjoy her property."
"My lord, I visited the girl in her illness, and life was barely in her;
I have, besides, the opinion of the physician who attended her, and
of another who was called in to consult upon her state, and both have
informed me that her recovery is hopeless."
"And what opinion does your son, Woodward, entertain upon the subject?"
"One, my lord, in complete keeping with his generous character. He is as
anxious for her recovery as your lordship."
"Well, I like that, at all events; it is a good point in him. Yes,
I like that--but, in the meantime, here are you calculating upon a
contingency that may never happen. The calculation is, I grant, not
overburdened with delicacy of feeling; but still it may proceed from
anxiety for the settlement and welfare of your son. Not an improbable
thing on the part of a mother, I grant that.
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