Lewis colored with mortification. He had no such proof, and his threat was futile.
“You perceive,” said the lawyer, nonchalantly, “that if I were dishonest, I might deny the trust. But such is not my intention. Will you favor me with a slip of paper?”
Mr. Sharp made out a bill for professional services amounting to three hundred dollars. This he receipted, and handed to Lewis.
“I believe we are now quits,” he said.
Baffled once more, Lewis turned upon the lawyer with a fury which he no longer attempted to conceal.
“Then,” said he, “I see no further reason for continuing this interview.”
“Pardon me,” said Mr. Sharp, “my business is not yet completed; I came here in behalf of your cousin, my client, Robert Rand.”
“Perhaps,” said Lewis, with a sneer, “he has come to his senses, and decided to accept the offer I made him the day after the funeral. You may inform him that he is too late. The offer is withdrawn.”
“As to that, your message is unnecessary, since he has not the slightest disposition to accept it.”
“Indeed! Then may I beg to know with what message you are charged?”