MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. I mean she seemed so averse to—to an immediate marriage; but of course it was your uncle's last request, and that influenced her more than anything else. So it's to be a June wedding, after all; he has his wish. You'll be married in ten days from the time he left us. [Remembering.] Some more letters marked personal came for him while you were out. I put them in the drawer—[Points to desk.] with the rest. It seems odd to think the postman brings your uncle's letters regularly, yet he is not here.
FREDERIK. [Looking towards the door of the office.] Did Hartman come?
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. Yes. He seemed rather surprised that you'd sent for him.
FREDERIK. Did you—er—tell him that we intend to leave to-morrow?
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. I spoke of your wedding trip,—yes.
FREDERIK. Did he seem inclined to stay?
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY. He didn't say. He seemed very much agitated. [MARTA enters, carrying a night lamp.] We'll pack Miss Catherine's things to-night, Marta. [She notices the lamp.] The night lamp for William? [Looks up towards the door of his room.] Go in very quietly. He's asleep, I think. [MARTA goes up the stairs and into WILLIAM'S room.] By the way, Mr. Batholommey was very much excited when he heard that your uncle had left a personal memorandum concerning us. We're anxious to hear it read. [FREDERIK, paying no attention to her words, is glancing at the wedding presents.] We're anxious to hear it read.
JAMES. [Entering.] Did you wish to see me?
FREDERIK. [Offering his hand to JAMES.] How do you do, Hartman? I'm very glad you consented to come back. My uncle never went into his office again after you left. There is some private correspondence concerning matters of which I know nothing; it lies on your old desk…. I'm anxious to settle everything to-night.
MRS. BATHOLOMMEY leaves the room.