"No doubt," said Frank.
"Then we will get married," said he, and looked so beaming, that Frank shook him cordially by the hand.
"But where is Huckins?" the lawyer now inquired. "I didn't see him down below."
"He is chewing his nails in the kitchen. He is like a dog with a bone; you cannot get him to leave the house for a moment."
"I must see him," said Frank, and went down the back stairs to the place where he had held his previous interview with this angry and disappointed man.
At first sight of the young lawyer Huckins flushed deeply, but he soon grew pale and obsequious, as if he had held bitter communing with himself through the last thirty-six hours, and had resolved to restrain his temper for the future in the presence of the man who understood him. But he could not help a covert sneer from creeping into his voice.
"Have you found the heirs?" he asked, bowing with ill-mannered grace, and pushing forward the only chair there was in the room.
"I shall find them when I need them," rejoined Frank. "Fortunes, however small, do not usually go begging."
"Then you have not found them?" the other declared, a hard glitter of triumph shining in his sinister eye.
"I have not brought them with me," acknowledged the lawyer, warily.