You are doing all you can to
lessen your chances of recovery."
"You do not play, Monsieur?" said M. Linders, struck with a
new idea, and not in the least attending to what Graham was
saying.
"Do you want to win my money?" said the young man, half
smiling. "No, I do not play, nor, if I did, have I any money
to lose. Leave all these notions alone, I entreat of you; calm
yourself; you need not trouble yourself to speak much, but
just tell me what your wishes are concerning your little girl--
in any case it is always best to be prepared. Have you made
any will? Is there any one to whose care you would wish to
entrust her in the event of your death?"
M. Linders had exhausted his strength and his passion for the
moment, and answered quietly enough. No, he had made no will,
he said--of what use? Everything he had was hers, of course--
little enough too, as matters stood. He owned he did not know
what was to become of her; he had made no arrangements--he had
never thought of its coming to this, and then he had always
counted on leaving her a fortune. He had sometimes thought of
letting her be brought up for the stage; that might be
arranged now, if he could see S----, the manager of the Theatre
----.
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