She took it, and came back, her hands clasping the sovereign and the valentine, in an attitude as of prayer.
The old man's gaze rested on her with satisfaction.
“I like pretty faces—can't bear sour ones. Tell Meller to get my bath ready.”
When she had gone he took up the other letter—some lawyer's writing, and opening it with the usual difficulty, read:
“February 13, 1905.
“SIR,—Certain facts having come to my knowledge, I deem it my duty to call a special meeting of the shareholders of 'The Island Navigation Coy.,' to consider circumstances in connection with the purchase of Mr. Joseph Pillin's fleet. And I give you notice that at this meeting your conduct will be called in question.
“I am, Sir,
“Yours faithfully,
“CHARLES VENTNOR. “SYLVANUS HEYTHORP,ESQ.”
Having read this missive, old Heythorp remained some minutes without stirring. Ventnor! That solicitor chap who had made himself unpleasant at the creditors' meetings!