Now, what do you think of that? If you don't mind, old
fellow.'
He filled himself another glass, and tilted it off as before.
Scawthorne had dropped his eyes to the ground, and stood in
meditation.
'Now what about the will?' pursued Joseph.
'You haven't looked for it?' questioned his friend with an odd look.
'Thought it more decent to wait a few hours. The girl was about, you
see, and what's more, my wife was. But have you heard anything since
I saw you?'
'Why, yes. A trifle.'
'Out with it! What are you grinning about? Don't keep me on hot
coals.'
'Well, it's amusing, and that's the fact. Take another glass of
sherry; you'll need support.'
'Oh, I'm prepared for the worst. He's cut me out altogether, eh?
That comes of me meddling with the girl's affairs--damnation! When
there wasn't the least need, either.'
'A bad job. The fact is, Percival had a letter from him at midday
yesterday. The senior had left the office; young Percival opened the
letter, and spoke to me about it. Now, prepare yourself. The letter
said that he had destroyed his former will, and would come to the
office on Monday--that's _to-marrow_--to give instructions for a
new one.
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