There is not a penny due you;--not a penny. If you will sign
certain documents, which I would advise you to do in the presence of
your own lawyer, there will be twenty-five thousand pounds for you. You
must excuse me if I say that I cannot see you again on the
subject,--unless you accept your brother's liberality."
At this time, Augustus was very short of money and, as is always the
case, those to whom he owed aught became pressing as his readiness to
pay them gradually receded. But to be so spoken to by a lawyer,--he,
Scarborough of Tretton, as he had all but been,--to be so addressed by a
man whom he had regarded as old Grey's clerk, was bitter indeed. He had
been so exalted by that Nice marriage, had been so lifted high in the
world, that he was now absolutely prostrate. He quarrelled with his
lawyer, and he quarrelled also with Septimus Jones. There was no one
with whom he could discuss the matter, or rather no one who would
discuss it with him on his terms. So at last he accepted the money, and
went daily into the City in order that he might turn it into more. What
became of him in the City it is hardly the province of this chronicle to
tell.
CHAPTER LXIV.
THE LAST OF FLORENCE MOUNTJOY.
Now at last in this chapter has to be told the fate of Florence
Mountjoy, as far as it can be told in these pages.
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