The old man shrank, then said coldly: "Have you the marriage- certificate?"
Gaston drew some papers from his pockets.
"Here, sir, with a letter from my father, and one from the Hudson's Bay
Company."
His grandfather took them. With an effort he steadied himself, then opened and read them one by one, his son's brief letter last—it was merely a calm farewell, with a request that justice should be done his son.
At that moment Falby entered and said:
"Her ladyship's compliments, and all the guests have arrived, sir."
"My compliments to her ladyship, and ask her to give me five minutes yet,
Falby."
Turning to his grandson, there seemed to be a moment's hesitation, then he reached out his hand.
"You have brought your luggage? Will you care to dine with us?"
Gaston took the cold outstretched fingers.