“Thank ye for nothing. Now then, I’m hungry, so don’t let’s have any more jaw.”
Chapter Nine.
Proofs of Identity.
The new-comer was furnished with refreshment, and at the end of a couple of hours, after a long talk between Saul and Doctor Lawrence, the visitor rejoined them, just as there was a loud ring, steps, and, to Gertrude’s great delight, the lawyer entered the room.
“Who’s this?” said the young man sharply. “My fellow executor—Mr Hampton,” said the doctor. “Hampton, this is Mr George Harrington.”
“Oh, indeed,” said the old lawyer, setting down a very glossy silk hat, and depositing a new pair of black kid gloves therein. “Good-morning, my dear Miss Gertrude. Sit down, sir, pray.”
“Thank ye.”
“Mr Saul Harrington, are you going to stay to this little conference?”