"Yes; a most discreet, quiet lad, and not a talker," added the junior partner. "We like you very much, Oliver."
As they never praised me before (in fact, I was a very idle dog), I bowed with a perplexed air, and asked myself what the deuce was in the wind now?
"We have a little piece of business for you to do," said Macfarisee, "and you must remain here for a few days to perform it."
"Here?" I reiterated.
"Here, my dear sir."
"But—but, sir, for what purpose?"
"Not so fast, young man," said Quirky, in his usual grating tones. "You will remain here until you have copied the catalogues of movable effects, which shall be shown to you by the housekeeper and steward; the more complete these lists are made, the longer time you will have here to enjoy yourself. They are required," he added in a whisper, "with reference to the last testament of Mrs. Rose. As soon as the copies are made, get them signed by Miss Lee, the steward, and housekeeper, and return to town. You understand me, sir."
"The fact is, my dear young man, Mrs. Rose is not very strong in health or intellect just now, and we are afraid she may add some stupid codicil to her will, especially if her husband's brother, Colonel Rose, returns from India. You will be left here ostensibly to prepare these lists of her movable property; but the moment he arrives (and he is expected shortly), start for town, and let me know."
"And so I am to be left here?" I asked ponderingly.
"Yes."