“I think so. Her name is Bertha Norman, and her parents live in a village only a few miles from here. When I gave her up, I believe she left her situation, here in the city, and went home with a broken heart.”
“Well, Jack, your decision will meet with the approval of God. But, in the meantime, we must try to find this poor girl.”
“If you only would!”
“Of course. But, with regard to the other matter—you would like to have the thing done at once?”
“The thing?”
“The will.”
“Oh yes; it would be better so.”
“Then we’ll arrange, if possible, for this afternoon. Perhaps you know a lawyer?”
“No. Amongst all my follies, I have kept out of the hands of the lawyers. But there is the gentleman who rescued me from that den, where I should have been dead by now. Perhaps he would do?”
“Ah, the agent of my lawyers in London! Well, I’ll see him at once.”