“You have discussed the matter with your mother?”
“No discussion is necessary, but she is quite aware of my intention. She is prepared to leave the place—forever.”
“But the income—”
“Belongs to my brother Joseph. Mr. Furnival, I think you may understand that the matter is one in which it is necessary that I should act, but as to which I trust I may not have to say many words. If you cannot arrange this for me, I must go to Mr. Round.”
Of course Mr. Furnival did understand it all. His client had been acquitted, and he had triumphed; but he had known for many a long day that the estate did belong of right to Mr. Mason of Groby; and though he had not suspected that Lucius would have been so told, he could not be surprised at the result of such telling. It was clear to him that Lady Mason had confessed, and that restitution would therefore be made.
“I will do your bidding,” said he.
“And, Mr. Furnival—if it be possible, spare my mother.” Then the meeting was over, and Mr. Furnival returning to Hamworth wrote his note to Mr. Joseph Mason.
Mr. Dockwrath had been interrupted by the messenger in the middle of his threat, but he caught the name of Furnival as the note was delivered. Then he watched Mr. Mason as he read it and read it again.
“If you please, sir, I was to wait for an answer,” said the girl.
Mr. Mason did not know what answer it would behove him to give. He felt that he was among Philistines while dealing with all these lawyers, and yet he was at a loss in what way to reply to one without leaning upon another. “Look at that,” he said, sulkily handing the note to Dockwrath.
“You must see Mr. Furnival, by all means,” said Dockwrath. “But—”
“But what?”
“In your place I should not see him in the presence of Mr. Round—unless I was attended by an adviser on whom I could rely.” Mr. Mason, having given a few moments’ consideration to the matter, sat himself down and wrote a line to Mr. Furnival, saying that he would be in Bedford Row at the appointed time.
“I think you are quite right,” said Dockwrath.
“But I shall go alone,” said Mr. Mason.
“Oh, very well; you will of course judge for yourself. I cannot say what may be the nature of the communication to be made; but if it be anything touching the property, you will no doubt jeopardise your own interests by your imprudence.”
“Good morning, Mr. Dockwrath,” said Mr. Mason.
“Oh, very well. Good morning, sir. You shall hear from me very shortly, Mr. Mason; and I must say that, considering everything, I do not know that I ever came across a gentleman who behaved himself worse in a peculiar position than you have done in yours.” And so they parted.
Punctually at eleven o’clock on the following day Mr. Mason was in Bedford Row. “Mr. Furnival is with Mr. Round,” said the clerk, “and will see you in two minutes.” Then he was shown into the dingy office waiting-room, where he sat with his hat in his hand, for rather more than two minutes.
At that moment Mr. Round was describing to Mr. Furnival the manner in which he had been visited some weeks since by Sir Peregrine Orme. “Of course, Mr. Furnival, I knew which way the wind blew when I heard that.”
“She must have told him everything.”
“No doubt, no doubt. At any rate he knew it all.”
“And what did you say to him?”
“I promised to hold my tongue;—and I kept my promise. Mat knows nothing about it to this day.”
The whole history thus became gradually clear to Mr. Furnival’s mind, and he could understand in what manner that marriage had been avoided. Mr. Round also understood it, and the two lawyers confessed together, that though the woman had deserved the punishment which had come upon her, her character was one which might have graced a better destiny. “And now, I suppose, my fortunate client may come in,” said Mr. Round. Whereupon the fortunate client was released from his captivity, and brought into the sitting-room of the senior partner.
“Mr. Mason, Mr. Furnival,” said the attorney, as soon as he had shaken hands with his client. “You know each other very well by name, gentlemen.”
Mr. Mason was very stiff in his bearing and demeanour, but remarked that he had heard of Mr. Furnival before.
“All the world has heard of him,” said Mr. Round. “He hasn’t hid his light under a bushel.” Whereupon Mr. Mason bowed, not quite understanding what was said to him.
“Mr. Mason,” began the barrister, “I have a communication to make to you, very singular in its nature, and of great importance. It is one which I believe you will regard as being of considerable importance to yourself, and which is of still higher moment to my—my friend, Lady Mason.”
“Lady Mason, sir—” began the other; but Mr. Furnival stopped him.
“Allow me to interrupt you, Mr. Mason. I think it will be better that you should hear me before you commit yourself to any expression as to your relative.”
“She is no relative of mine.”
“But her son is. However—if you will allow me, I will go on. Having this communication to make, I thought it expedient for your own sake that it should be done in the presence of your own legal adviser and friend.”
“Umph!” grunted the disappointed litigant.
“I have already explained to Mr. Round that which I am about to explain to you, and he was good enough to express himself as satisfied with the step which I am taking.”
“Quite so, Mr. Mason. Mr. Furnival is behaving, and I believe has behaved throughout, in a manner becoming the very high position which he holds in his profession.”
“I suppose he has done his best on his side,” said Mason.
“Undoubtedly I have—as I should have done on yours, had it so chanced that I had been honoured by holding a brief
