to assist her memory while
composing a new will.
At the very top a crucifix was sketched with an unsteady hand, and below
it the words: "Pray for us! Everything shall belong to holy Mother
Church."
Farther down they read: "Nico, I like the lad. The castle on the downs.
Ten thousand gold florins in money. To be secured exclusively to him. His
father is not to touch it. Make the reason for disinheriting him
conspicuous. Van Vliet of Haarlem was the gentleman whose daughter my
cousin secretly wedded. On some pitiful pretext he deserted her, to form
another marriage. If he has forgotten it, I have remembered and would
fain impress it upon him. Let Nico pay heed: False love is poison. My
life has been ruined by it--ruined."
The second "ruined" was followed by numerous repetitions of the same
word. The last one, at the very end of the sentence, had been ornamented
with numerous curves and spirals by the sick woman's pen.
On the right-hand margin of the sheet stood a series of short notes
"Ten thousand florins to Anna. To be secured to herself. Otherwise they
will fall into the clutches of that foot-pad, d'Avila.
"Three times as much to Henrica. Her father will pay her the money--from
the sum he owes me. Where he gets it is his affair. Thus the account with
him would be settled.
"Belotti has behaved badly. He shall be passed over.
"Denise may keep what was given her."
In the middle of the paper, written in large characters, twice and thrice
underlined, was the sentence: "The ebony-casket with the Hoogstraten and
d'Avila arms on the lid is to be sent to the widow of the Marquis
d'Avennes. Forward it to Chateau Rochebrun in Normandy."
The men, who had mutually deciphered these words, looked at each other
silently, until Van Hout exclaimed:
"What a confused mixture of malice and feminine weakness. Let a woman's
heart seem ever so cold; glacier flowers will always be found in it."
"I'm sorry for the young lady in your house, Herr Peter," cried the
notary, it would be easier to get sparks from rye-bread, than such a sum
from the debt-laden poor devil. The daughter's portion will be curtailed
by the father; that's what I call bargaining between relations."
"What can be in the casket?" asked the notary. "There it is," cried Van
Hout.
"Bring it here, Belotti."
"We must open it," said the lawyer, "perhaps she is trying to convey her
most valuable property across the frontiers."
"Open it? Contrary to
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