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"I am bound on an errand for your uncle." Mr. Bitterworth was bound to the house of the lawyer, Mr. Matiss, who lived and had his office in the new part of Deerham, down by Dr. West's. People wondered that he managed to make a living in so small a place; but he evidently did make one. Most of the gentry in the vicinity employed him for trifling things, and he held one or two good agencies.
This chiefly applied to the short period of the management of Mrs. Verner; a little, very little, to the latter year of her husband's life. Matiss was Lionel's agent during his absences; when at home, he took all management into his own hands. Roy came in. The same ill-favoured, hard-looking man as ever.
It may be that a Higher Power, to whom alone I am responsible, will judge I have not. There's no denying that he will make a more fitting master of it than would Frederick Massingbird; and for myself I shall die the easier knowing that a Verner will succeed me. Mr. Matiss, be so kind as read over the deed."
He kept no clerk. He was at home when Mr. Bitterworth entered, writing at a desk in his small office, which had maps hung round it. A quick-speaking man, with dark hair and a good-natured face. "Are you busy, Matiss?" began Mr. Bitterworth, when he entered; and the lawyer looked at him through the railings of his desk. "Not particularly, Mr. Bitterworth. Do you want me?" "Mr. Verner wants you.
Matiss, when he entered, his greatcoat buttoned up, his hat in his hand, his gloves on; showing no signs that he had any professional document about him, or that he had called in for any earthly reason, save to inquire in politeness after the state of the chief of Verner's Pride. "Pretty well, Matiss. Are you ready?" "Yes, sir." "We'll do it at once, then. Dr. West," Mr.
"All he said was as he had got the codicil in safe keeping under lock and key. Just put to Matiss the simplest question, and he'll turn round and ask what business it is of yours." "Quite right of him, too," said Lionel. "Have you any news of your son yet, Roy?" Roy shook his head. "No, sir. I'm a-beginning to wonder now whether there ever will be news of him."
Jan, as that is settled so far, we will sit down, and go further into details. I know I can depend upon your not mentioning this abroad." "If you don't want me to mention it, you can. But where's the harm?" "It is always well to keep these little arrangements private," said the doctor. "Matiss will draw up the deed, and I will take you round and introduce you as my partner.
"My uncle told me on the day of his death that the will would be found in his desk; I supposed that to be it." "It is the will," said Mr. Matiss. "But he caused me to draw up a later codicil, which revoked the bequest of Verner's Pride. It is left to you absolutely." Lionel was searching in the desk.
"If I am to make this change you must get Matiss here without an instant's delay. See him yourself, and bring him back. Tell him what the necessity is. He will make more haste for you than he might for one of my servants." "Does he know of the bequest to the Massingbirds?" "Of course he knows of it. He made the will. I have never employed anybody but Matiss since I came into the estate." Mr.
He turned his horse down the Belvedere Road, telling his groom to wait at the corner, and stopped before the lawyer's door. The latter came out. "Matiss, is that codicil found?" demanded Lionel, bending down his head to speak. "What codicil, Mr. Verner?" returned Matiss, looking surprised. "The codicil. The one that gave me the estate.
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