“What's that?” asked Benson.
“Why, it seems it is something about a thousand acres of land,” he hesitated.
“Yes?” said Benson, but his cheeks grew like white parchment. There was a brief pause.
“It seems”—said Stephen, with stolid determination—“It seems my grandfather and his brother owned some land my aunt knew nothing about—” he came to a painful pause.
“What do you mean, Stephen?” asked Benson in his usual calm voice. “She was certainly informed by me.”
“No, she only knew of one thousand acres, and it appears there were two thousand.”
“And I suppose your aunt does not understand,” said Benson, smiling faintly.
Stephen took heart at this.
“I told them there was some mistake!” he said impulsively.
The lawyer drew in his breath sharply.