"And now, Mr. Codicil, as I have another engagement very soon, if you can conveniently attend to our little business at once—"
"Certainly, sir."
Mr. Codicil prepared a receipt which he requested Mr. Grafton to sign. He then opened a check-book and filled a check for a large amount, which he handed to his visitor. The latter pocketed it with evident satisfaction.
"I hope, Mr. Codicil, you are not disappointed to know that the boy is still alive?" he said.
"Heaven knows that I wish no harm to the lad!" said the lawyer, warmly. "Yet, when I consider how his poor cousins are compelled to struggle for a living, I cannot help regretting the injustice of old John Portland's will, which maintains one grandchild in luxury, while three others, having equal natural claims, should be thrown on the cold mercies of the world."
"Yes, to be sure!" said Richard Grafton, carelessly. "Still a man's last will and testament must be respected. A man can do as he likes with his own."
"True, in the eyes of the law. Morally, there would be no harm in your young ward doing something for his poor cousins. They would like to meet him and make his acquaintance."
"I am afraid it won't be possible. We remain in the city but a short time," said Mr. Grafton, hastily.
"Where do you go?"