Mrs. Tynn carried the desk back again; and Dr. West and the lawyer left the house together.
Later, when Mr. Verner was in bed, he spoke to Lionel, who was sitting with him.
"You will give heed to carry out my directions, Lionel, so far as I have left directions, after you come into power."
"I will, sir," replied Lionel, never having had the faintest suspicion that he had been near losing his inheritance.
"And be more active abroad than I have been. I have left too much to Roy and others. You are young and strong; don't you leave it to them. Look into things with your own eyes."
"Indeed I will. My dear uncle," he added, bending over the bed, and speaking in an earnest tone, "I will endeavour to act in all things as though in your sight, accountable to God and my own conscience. Verner's Pride shall have no unworthy master."
"Try to live so as to redeem the past."
"Yes," said Lionel. He did not see what precise part of it he had to redeem, but he was earnestly anxious to defer to the words of a dying man. "Uncle, may I dare to say that I hope you will live yet?" he gently said.
"It is of no use, Lionel. The world is closing for me."
It was closing for him even then, as he spoke—closing rapidly. Before another afternoon had come round, the master of Verner's Pride had quitted that, and all other pride, for ever.