"Thank you," said that gentleman; "let me see."
He paused, stroking his chin meditatively. "Suppose we say four o'clock; I can hardly be ready before that hour."
"Very well," said Guy, "the carriage shall be here at four. Good-day for the present, Mr. Greenwood."
Mr. Greenwood was ready punctually at the hour named, and in due time arrived at Wyndham. Stephen Lorraine was awaiting him, and the two were closeted together until dinner-time, when the lawyer sat down at his client's table.
Guy, who then joined them, could scarcely conceal his restless irritation, and the squire contributed little to the conversation; but Mr. Greenwood's cheerful flow of small talk never failed.
And yet the solicitor, with whom Guy was a favourite, was anything but pleased with the business he had been called upon to effect. Ere leaving the house, he managed to draw Guy aside and say a few words to him.
"Look here, young man, whatever is wrong between you and your uncle, my advice to you is—patch it up as quickly as possible."
"That is more easily said than done," replied Guy, moodily.
"Oh, I don't know. I have known your uncle a good many years now, and he is not bad to deal with, if you only take him the right way."
"You mean if you let him have his own way," returned Guy.