Acting upon this resolution, he began to pack the contents of the drawers into a trunk. He was in the midst of this occupation, when a knock was heard at the door.
“Come in,” he said, carelessly, without at once turning to the door.
Mr. Sharp entered, and coughed slightly, with the design of attracting the scrivener’s attention.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” said Jacob; “I am quite busy, preparing for a removal. Could you defer your business till,—say day after to-morrow?”
Our lawyer was one who never, under any circumstances, lost his politeness. With an affability which seemed indicative of the kindest feelings, he said, affably, “I believe I address Mr. Wynne?”
“You are right,” said Jacob, who still labored under the impression that the lawyer was one who required his services as copyist.
“Mr. Jacob Wynne?”
“Yes.”
“A copyist?”
“Yes, but I fear that I shall not be able to accommodate you to-day, being, as you see, on the point of removal.”