“Only that he hoped his services might not be forgotten, but he said it in a way that meant a great deal. I think it would be well not to get rid of him at present, ma'am.”
“I have no intention of doing so,” replied Mrs. Calverley. “I have a great regard for him, as you know.”
“So I told him, ma'am.”
“Does he doubt it?”
“He seems uneasy and resentful; and, unless quieted, I think he may make mischief.”
“In that case, his dismissal would be unavoidable. But I hope he will display better judgment. Assure him that I have not the slightest idea of parting with him, and that it will be entirely his own fault if he does not remain here for many years longer.”
“I will tell him what you say, ma'am,” replied Laura; “and I am confident it will give him great satisfaction. You have no further commands for me, I suppose?”
“I would rather you didn't mention down-stairs that the will is missing. It will be time enough to make inquiries about it to-morrow when I have consulted Mr. Carteret. I shall see you again before I retire to rest.”
“Certainly, ma'am,” replied Laura, as she withdrew.
Left alone, Mrs. Calverley locked up all the drawers of the escritoire, and then sat down to reflect.