"We shall be there to-morrow morning. You will make
what arrangements seem best to you over the funeral."
So I went away, the most bewildered man in London. As I re-entered the
office I felt ashamed of my suspicions over my fellow-clerks. They were
all busy, while I--oh, heaven! could it be true?
Mr. Lawson evidently thought I had been drinking when I went, white and
stammering, confused and hesitating, into his room. He looked very
sternly at me.
"What do you want, Mr. Trevelyan? I am very busy."
I took out the letter again and laid it before him.
"Will you read that, sir?" I asked, "It will make you understand more
quickly than I can, I am so confused."
He read it, then held out his hand to me.
"I congratulate you," he said. "Your poor father, the last time I saw
him, spoke to me of his rich cousin. He never expected this. Sir Barnard
had two fine, strong, healthy sons of his own then."
"My father could not have expected it less than myself. I have hardly
ever heard the name of Crown Anstey, and did not know that it was
entailed property. I shall have to ask you to let me go this afternoon,
sir.
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