“It is not of my doing. I have my instructions,” said the lawyer.
“And you so read these instructions, that I am to be prohibited from making an honest livelihood?” asked Carthew.
“Let us be frank,” said the lawyer. “I find nothing in these instructions about an honest livelihood. I have no reason to suppose my clients care anything about that. I have reason to suppose only one thing,—that they mean you shall stay in this colony, and to guess another, Mr. Carthew. And to guess another.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked Norris.
“I mean that I imagine, on very strong grounds, that your family desire to see no more of you,” said the lawyer. “O, they may be very wrong; but that is the impression conveyed, that is what I suppose I am paid to bring about, and I have no choice but to try and earn my hire.”
“I would scorn to deceive you,” said Norris, with a strong flush, “you have guessed rightly. My family refuse to see me; but I am not going to England, I am going to the islands. How does that affect the islands?”
“Ah, but I don't know that you are going to the islands,” said the lawyer, looking down, and spearing the blotting-paper with a pencil.
“I beg your pardon. I have the pleasure of informing you,” said Norris.
“I am afraid, Mr. Carthew, that I cannot regard that communication as official,” was the slow reply.
“I am not accustomed to have my word doubted!” cried Norris.