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I told Betty to call Pickering, and when he came in I related my story.
I told him how Betty and I were of one mind, how George had prospered in
France and had invited me to share his good fortune, how I wanted to go
to France and to take Bettina with me, and how I wanted him to sell the
Old Swan and go with us to the fair land across the Channel, where his
wealth would give him station such as he deserved.
Immediately he objected, saying that the scheme was impossible. He said
that he could sell the Old Swan for a great sum to Robbins, of the Dog's
Head, and that all he possessed, aside from the inn, was in gold, lodged
with Backwell, but for all that, my plan could not be considered for a
moment.
"My dear Pickering, hear my side of the case," I insisted, determined to
win this last bout as I had won the others. "You love your daughter and
would be unhappy if she were to leave you alone in the world?"
"Indeed I should be," he answered firmly. "I will not consider your
suggestion. I will not. I will not."
"She is more generous than you," I returned, "and refuses to leave you,
though she would be very unhappy if you force her to remain."
"I suppose you think so," he replied sullenly.
"I know so," I answered, "and can prove it by Betty." Betty nodded her
head "Yes," and I continued: "You will not be unhappy in France with us.
You will be happy. Yet you refuse to be happy save in your own stubborn
way, even though you bring grief to the tenderest heart in the world.
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