They would never know anything about that previous marriage with Faynie,
and the dead could tell no secrets.
"I'll go," he muttered. "I shall reply at once, telling her she may
expect me two days hence--let me see, this is Tuesday; I will dine with
her Thursday, and, at least, see what the girl Claire looks like. It
would be the proper caper to gather in as many fortunes as drift my way.
I suppose I shall run through half a dozen of them ere I reach the end
of my tether."
All in due season his letter of acceptance reached Mrs. Fairfax, and she
was highly elated over it.
She had seized upon her neighborly acquaintance with the late Mr. Marsh
to invite to her home the young man who had fallen heir to his
millions, in order that her daughter Claire might win him--if it were a
possibility.
She had succeeded in forcing Faynie to remain beneath that roof, even
after informing her that she was disinherited--dependent upon her
stepmother--by saying that it was her father's wish that she should thus
remain for at least six months.
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