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Updated: June 26, 2025
When the notary's housekeeper came home, she found him standing at his door motionless, with the key still in his hand, and the door unopened. The scene shifts again to the foot of the Simplon, on the Swiss side. In one of the dreary rooms of the dreary little inn at Brieg, Mr. Bintrey and Maitre Voigt sat together at a professional council of two. Mr. Bintrey was searching in his despatch-box.
The name of the person to whom the letter is written I am willing to reveal. It is addressed to 'Mrs. Jane Anne Miller, of Groombridge Wells, England." Vendale started, and opened his lips to speak. Bintrey instantly stopped him, as he had stopped Maitre Voigt. "No," said the pertinacious lawyer. "Leave it to me."
The clerk unconsciously suspended the execution of the order, by announcing "Mr. Vendale," and showing in the new partner in the firm of Wilding and Co. "Pray excuse me for one moment, George Vendale," said Wilding. "I have a word to say to Jarvis. Send for Mr. Bintrey," he repeated "send at once." Mr. Jarvis laid a letter on the table before he left the room.
I mean the interview." "Not at all, I thank you," said Wilding. "What was I going to " "Don't excite yourself, Mr. Wilding," urged the lawyer. "No; I wasn't going to," said the wine-merchant. "Mr. Bintrey and George Vendale, would you have any hesitation or objection to become my joint trustees and executors, or can you at once consent?" "I consent," replied George Vendale, readily.
I won't," he returned, looking out of the towel. "I won't. I have not been confused, have I?" "Not at all. Perfectly clear." "Where did I leave off, Mr. Bintrey?" "Well, you left off but I wouldn't excite myself, if I was you, by taking it up again just yet." "I'll take care. I'll take care. The singing in my head came on at where, Mr. Bintrey?"
Bintrey," pursued Wilding, putting away his pocket-handkerchief, and smoothing his eyelids with his fingers, "now that I can no longer show my love and honour for the dear parent to whom my heart was mysteriously turned by Nature when she first spoke to me, a strange lady, I sitting at our Sunday dinner-table in the Foundling, I can at least show that I am not ashamed of having been a Foundling, and that I, who never knew a father of my own, wish to be a father to all in my employment.
"All good be with it!" exclaimed Bintrey, rising. "May it prosper! Is Joey Ladle to take a share in Handel, Mozart, Haydn, Kent, Purcell, Doctor Arne, Greene, and Mendelssohn? "I hope so." "I wish them all well out of it," returned Bintrey, with much heartiness. "Good-bye, sir." They shook hands and parted.
"At roast, and boiled, and beer," answered the lawyer, "prompting lodging under the same roof and one and all " "Ah! And one and all singing in the head together " "Do you know, I really would not let my good feelings excite me, if I was you," hinted the lawyer again, anxiously. "Try some more pump." "No occasion, no occasion. All right, Mr. Bintrey. And one and all forming a kind of family!
If my niece marries you, she marries an impostor, without name or lineage, disguised in the character of a gentleman of rank and family." "Bravo!" cried Bintrey. "Admirably put, Mr. Obenreizer! It only wants one word more to complete it. She marries thanks entirely to your exertions a man who inherits a handsome fortune, and a man whose origin will make him prouder than ever of his peasant-wife.
Bintrey, that, without being boastful, he may be allowed to be deeply thankful. I don't know how it may appear to you, but so it appears to me." Thus Mr. Walter Wilding to his man of law, in his own counting-house; taking his hat down from its peg to suit the action to the word, and hanging it up again when he had done so, not to overstep the modesty of nature.
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