But even if he got over this obstacle, there was another waiting for him
in the background. The lady at the Villa, had heard of his contemplated
marriage. A superb woman, Mr. Blake, of the sort that are not to be
triffled with--the sort with the light complexion and the Roman nose.
She felt the utmost contempt for Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite. It would be
silent contempt, if he made a handsome provision for her. Otherwise,
it would be contempt with a tongue to it. Miss Verinder's life interest
allowed him no more hope of raising the "provision" than of raising the
twenty thousand pounds. He couldn't marry--he really couldn't marry,
under all the circumstances.
How he tried his luck again with another lady, and how THAT marriage
also broke down on the question of money, you know already. You
also know of the legacy of five thousand pounds, left to him shortly
afterwards, by one of those many admirers among the soft sex whose good
graces this fascinating man had contrived to win. That legacy (as the
event has proved) led him to his death.
I have ascertained that when he went abroad, on getting his five
thousand pounds, he went to Amsterdam.
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