“Yes, but not to-night. I am tired to-night,” said Mr St. Cyr, leaning back wearily in his chair.
“You shall not be troubled. See, I have thought of the men whose names are written here, and at an early day I shall see the judges as to their legal appointment. And you shall not be troubled. If you are not satisfied with my suggestions, of course you are at liberty to make what change in the names you please.”
“But their mother, by my advice, appointed their guardians in the manner prescribed by Mr St. Hubert’s will; and nothing can supersede that appointment, you are aware.”
“If any trace of such an instrument is to be found,” said Mr Jerome.
“It is to be hoped it is to be found, or it may go badly with some of us,” said Mr St. Cyr gravely.
“As to that I cannot say. But the court, under your direction and mine, can do all that is necessary, without reference to documents of doubtful justice.”
“The appointment must stand as it is,” said Mr St. Cyr impatiently.
“It is time you were retiring, is it not? You seem tired. Shall I help you?”
“Thanks, I am not inclined to go yet.”
“Still I think you had better go. I shall speak to Babette, shall I not?”