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Joseph went home, and explained that, to his surprise, he had found an old acquaintance at the lawyer's office, a man named Scawthorne, whom lie was going to see in private before having an interview with the lawyer himself. At six o'clock the appointed meeting took place, and from Chancery Lane the pair walked to a quiet house of refreshment in the vicinity of Lincoln's Inn Fields.
The meeting took place that evening at the retreat behind Lincoln's Inn Fields where the two had held colloquies on several occasions during the last half-year. Scawthorne received with gravity what his acquaintance had to communicate. Then he observed: 'The will was executed ten days ago. 'It was? And what's he left me? 'Seven thousand pounds less legacy duty. 'And thirty thousand to Jane?
With the death of Snowdon all his disreputable past seemed swept away, and he had no thought of anything but a decent rectitude, a cleanly enjoyment of existence, for the future, but Jane was answering: 'I can't change what I said before, Mr. Scawthorne. I am very content to live as I do now. I have friends I am very fond of. Thank you for your kindness but I can't change.
That figure was not contemptible, regard had to the path by which he had come thus far; Mr. Percival esteemed his abilities highly, and behaved to him with generosity. Ten years ago Scawthorne would have lost his senses with joy at the prospect of such a salary; to-day he found it miserably insufficient to the demands he made upon life.
'This letter from America, which I found on coming in, contains news she must hear disagreeable news, I'm sorry to say. 'About her father? Bessie inquired anxiously. Scawthorne nodded a grave and confidential affirmative. He had never given Mrs. Byass reason to suppose that he knew anything of Joseph's whereabouts, but Bessie's thoughts naturally turned in that direction.
Joseph tilted the draught down his throat and showed satisfaction. 'That does me good. I've had a troublesome day. It ain't often my feelings are tried. 'Well, what is it? 'My boy, we are all mortal. I dare say you've heard that observation before; can you apply it to any particular case? Scawthorne was startled; he delayed a moment before speaking. 'You don't mean to say 'Exactly.
Indeed, Joseph had overcome his sensibilities by this time, and his aspect was one of joyous excitement. Seeing on the table a bottle of sherry, loosely corked, he pointed to it. 'If you don't mind, Scaw. I'm a bit upset, a bit flurried. Got another wine-glass? From the cupboard Scawthorne produced one and bade the visitor help himself. His face beg auto express curiosity.
A few moments and Jane came running downstairs. 'Pennyloaf! Ah! that was the voice that did good. How it comforted and blessed, after the hospital, and the miserable room in which the dead child was left lying, and the rainy street! About this time Mr. Scawthorne received one morning a letter which, though not unexpected, caused him some annoyance, and even anxiety.
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