“Name your proposition, then,” he said, sullenly.
Mr. Sharp drew from his pocket a legal instrument conveying one half of all his estates to Robert Rand, some time known as Robert Ford. It was drawn up with all the precision and technicality required by the law. It only needed the signature of Lewis.
Lewis read it with dark and lowering face. “I cannot sign it,” he said, desperately.
“Then I fear you must exchange this warm fireside for an apartment less luxurious.”
“Fate is against me,” muttered Lewis, moved by this threat. “Since it must be done.”
“Will you have the kindness to summon two of your servants to witness the document?” said the lawyer.
Lewis rang the bell sharply.
“Jacqueline, call Antoine, and come in yourself.”
Lewis signed his name.
“Will that satisfy you?” he said, bitterly.