“Sir,” said the nephew, “we have done wrong, and are reaping

the fruits of wrong.”

“We have done wrong?” repeated the Marquis, with an

inquiring smile, and delicately pointing, first to his nephew, then

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to himself.

“Our family; our honourable family, whose honour is of so

much account to both of us, in such different ways. Even in my

father’s time, we did a world of wrong, injuring every human

creature who came between us and our pleasure, whatever it was.

Why need I speak of my father’s time, when it is equally yours?

Can I separate my father’s twin-brother, joint inheritor, and next

successor, from himself?”

“Death has done that!” said the Marquis.

“And has left me,” answered the nephew, “bound to a system

that is frightful to me, responsible for it, but powerless in it;

seeking to execute the last request of my dear mother’s lips, and

obey the last look of my dear mother’s eyes, which implored me to

have mercy and to redress; and tortured by seeking assistance and

power in vain.”

“Seeking them from me, my nephew,” said the Marquis,

touching him on the breast with his forefingerthey were now

standing by the hearth“you will for ever seek them in vain, be

assured.”

Every fine straight line in the clear whiteness of his face, was

cruelly, craftily, and closely compres