“All right, then; let me sign.”
And the General rose from his seat, and leaned towards the table.
“But, General,” interposed the lawyer, thinking the will a somewhat short one, “is this all? You have two sons?”
“Of course I have. Haven’t I said so in my will?”
“But, surely—”
“Surely what?”
“You are not going to—”
“I am going to sign my will, if you will allow me; if not, I must get it made elsewhere.”
Mr Woolet was too much a man of business to offer any further opposition. It was no affair of his beyond giving satisfaction to his new client; and to accomplish this he at once pushed the paper before the General, at the same time presenting him with the pen.
The General signed; the lawyer and his clerk—summoned from the cupboard—attested; and the will was complete.