“You have twenty-four hours in which to make your decision,” said James Glieve.
“Twenty-four hours,” said Henry Parsons.
“I think that’s as well,” returned Antony. He was still feeling the quite absurd desire to find the word which should metamorphose the scene before him to its true conditions.
“I told you the terms of the will were unusual,” said James Glieve.
“Very unusual,” emphasized Henry Parsons.
“They are,” said Antony dryly. Then he got up from his chair. He looked at his watch. “Well, Mr. Glieve, it is twelve o’clock. I will let you know my decision by eleven o’clock to-morrow morning. That, I believe, will entirely fulfil the conditions?”
“Entirely,” said James Glieve.
“Entirely,” echoed Henry Parsons.