“The other party have agreed to your terms. They will compromise without an appeal to law, agreeing to pay ten thousand dollars.”
“Ten thousand dollars!” repeated Mrs. Raymond, in bewilderment. “Surely there is some mistake. Squire Turner told me I might realize from seventy-five to a hundred dollars from it.”
“Seventy-five to a hundred dollars!” he repeated. “Are you sure you understood Squire Turner aright?”
“Certainly. He told me only a fortnight since that he thought I would obtain this sum, and I felt lucky to get anything at all.”
“There is a great mistake somewhere,” said the lawyer, significantly. “Of one thing, however, I can assure you,—that the ten thousand dollars will actually be paid.”
“Mother,” said Harry, “have you given Squire Turner authority to act for you in this matter?”
“I have,—that is, I signed a paper which he said gave him such authority.”
“He showed me that paper,” said Mr. Robinson.
“Can my mother revoke that authority?” asked Harry.
“Undoubtedly.”