I maintain my appointment, Mr.
Dicas! I persist in placing the whole responsibility under my Will in my
son-in-law's care."
Turlington attempted to speak. The lawyer attempted to speak. Sir
Joseph--with a certain simple dignity which had its effect on both of
them--declined to hear a word on either side. "No, Richard! as long as
I am alive this is my business, not yours. No, Mr. Dicas! I understand
that it is your business to protest professionally. You have protested.
Fill in the blank space as I have told you. Or leave the instructions on
the table, and I will send for the nearest solicitor to complete them in
your place."
Those words placed the lawyer's position plainly before him. He had no
choice but to do as he was bid, or to lose a good client. He did as he
was bid, and grimly left the room.
Sir Joseph, with old-fashioned politeness, followed him as far as
the hall. Returning to the library to say a few friendly words before
finally dismissing the subject of the Will, he found himself seized by
the arm, and dragged without ceremony, in Turlington's powerful grasp,
to the window.
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