Roger was silent.
"Had not Jane arranged everything?"
"Everything."
"And the doctor! Wasn't he there ready to witness it?"
"Oh Lord! Yes. He was there."
"Then I fail to understand why you came back without it."
"Dick wasn't fit to sign," said Roger doggedly.
"Didn't I warn you before you went that he had repeatedly told Jane that he could not attend to business, and that was why it was so important you should be empowered to act for him?—and the power of attorney was his particular wish."
"Yes, you did. But I didn't know he'd be like that. He didn't know a thing. It didn't seem as if he could have had a particular wish one way or the other. Aunt Louisa, he wasn't fit."
"And so you set up your judgment against mine, and his own doctor's? I told you before you went, what you knew already, that he was not capable of transacting business, and that you must have the power; and you said you understood. And then you come back here and inform me that he was not fit, which you knew before you started."