'It's my belief there's a crank in the old fellow,' exclaimed
Joseph. 'Is he really such a fool as to think Jane won't use the
money for herself? And what about Kirkwood? I tell you what it is;
he's a deep fellow, is Kirkwood. I wish you knew him.'
Scawthorne confessed that he had the same wish, but added that there
was no chance of its being realised; prudence forbade any move in
that direction.
'If he marries her,' questioned Joseph, 'will the money be his?'
'No; it will be settled on her. But it comes to very much the same
thing; there's to be no restraint on her discretion in using it.'
'She might give her affectionate parent a hundred or so now and
then, if she chose?'
'If she chose.'
Scawthorne began a detailed inquiry into the humanitarian projects
of which Joseph had given but a rude and contemptuous explanation.
The finer qualities of his mind enabled him to see the matter in
quite a different light from that in which it presented itself to
Jane's father; he had once or twice had an opportunity of observing
Michael Snowdon at the office, and could realise in a measure the
character which directed its energies to such an ideal aim.
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