The young man went toward the door. As he opened it, he heard an exclamation behind him.
He turned his head.
"What's this!" cried the lawyer, in a tone between a growl and a sob.
"What, sir?"
"This paper."
"Sir?"
"This paper with—with—'Trust in God' on it; did you write it?"
"I—I—must—yes—I suppose I did, sir," stammered Verty, almost alarmed by the tone of his interlocutor.
"What did you mean?"
"Nothing, sir!"