By Dick's wish, Annette remained in the room, but he did not need her. His French was good enough. He knew exactly what he wanted. The notary was intelligent, and brought with him a draft for Dick's signature. Dick dictated and whispered earnestly to him.
"Oui, oui," said the notary at intervals. "Parfaitement. Monsieur peut se fier à moi."
At last it was done, and Dick, panting, had made a kind of signature, his writing dwindling down to a faint scrawl after the words "Richard Le Geyt," which were fairly legible.
The doctor attested it.
"She must witness it too," said Dick insistently, pointing to Annette.
The notary glanced at the will, realized that she was not a legatee, and put the pen in her hand, showing her where to sign.
"Madame will write here."
He indicated the place under his own crabbed signature.
She wrote mechanically her full name: Annette Georges.