“Invested wisely, I hope?” commented the lawyer.
“Oh yes, Mostyn puts up a good appearance. He’s hired a handsome house near Hyde Park. I think he’ll sell out in Jamaica now, as we did, and settle down over here.”
“Won’t he buy an estate of his own, or does he intend to absorb himself entirely in that of Miss Laura?”
“Oh, the last, entirely! And that’s what pleases me.”
The lawyer was silent, considering this, to him, peculiar exhibition of family pride.
“Well, you area young man, Sir Theodosius, and this question of Laura’s inheriting your estate and of her intended future husband’s taking your name must be a question of the far-distant future.”
“Not at all,” interrupted the baronet with great irritability. “I’ve told you my life is not a good one, my lungs are not strong.”
“Then s
