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Updated: June 27, 2025
"What is it, Lambert?" he asked kindly. "Your letter to Master Skyffington, Sir Marmaduke," replied the young man, "will you be pleased to sign it?" "Will it not keep?" said Sir Marmaduke. "Yes, an you wish it, Sir. I fear I have intruded. I did not know you were busy."
Master Skyffington sat behind a central table, a little pompous of manner, clad in sober black with well-starched linen cuffs and collar, his scanty hair closely cropped, his thin hands fingering with assurance and perfect calm the various documents laid out before him.
"And now, my dear child," said Master Skyffington with due solemnity, when he had disposed a number of documents and papers in methodical order upon the table, "let me briefly explain to you the object ... hem ... of this momentous meeting here to-day."
Master Skyffington desired her to look over the papers, ere she signed the formal receipt for them, but she waved them gently aside: "Quite unnecessary, kind master," she said decisively, "since I receive them at your hands." She bent over the document which the lawyer now placed before her, and took the pen from him. "Where shall I sign?" she asked.
There was naught to do for a punctilious lawyer, as was Master Skyffington, but to obey forthwith. This he did, without another word, collecting the various bundles of paper and placing them one by one in the brown leather wallet which he had brought for the purpose.
"I thank you, mistress, not to-day," replied Master Skyffington somewhat dryly. The lady's promises had not roused his enthusiasm. He would have preferred to see more definite reward for his labors, for he had worked faithfully and was substantially out of pocket in this quest after the two missing young men.
For his own sake, he will keep out of Sue's way." "At what hour does Master Skyffington arrive?" "In half an hour."
Sue watched him quietly, and when the last of the important documents had been deposited in the wallet, she held out her hand for it. With a grave bow, and an unconsciously pompous gesture, Master Skyffington, attorney-at-law, handed over that wallet which now contained a fortune to Lady Susannah Aldmarshe. She took it, and graciously bowed her head to him in acknowledgment.
"Master Skyffington, ma'am," he said in his usual drawly voice, "he is on his way to Dover, and desired his respects, an you wish to see him." "Yes! yes! I'll see Master Skyffington," she said with alacrity, rising from her chair, "go apprise Sir Marmaduke, and ask Master Skyffington to come within."
"My mother was a strange woman," continued Mistress de Chavasse earnestly and placing her small white hand on the black sleeve of the attorney, "she cared little enough for me, and not at all for London and for society. She did not understand the many duties that devolve on a woman of fashion.... And I was that in those days! ... twenty years ago!" "Ah! Truly! truly!" sighed Master Skyffington.
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