Part 3 (1/2)

”Well, no, it's not business; and it certainly is not pleasure. You remember I had an old G.o.dfather, Major Lessing? I'm sure he amply fulfilled his G.o.dfatherly duty by the silver milk-jug he gave me at my baptism--which I've never set eyes on for many a long year, by the way--and the tips he shoved into the palm of my hand whenever I paid him a visit on my way from school. I don't think I've seen him since; and why, now that he's dying, he has a particular desire for a call, I can't tell you. It's inconvenient, to say the least of it.”

”_Must_ you go?” asked Sally, despairingly.

”I'm afraid so. It's the last thing one can do for him, poor old chap!”

”He might have chosen some other time to be ill,” said Sally, who, not knowing the major, was inclined to be heartless.

”Well, yes. But we won't lose our holiday; we'll come again later, Sally.”

”We shan't! I'm perfectly certain we shan't!” cried Sally, turning away her head so that Paul should not see that there were tears in her eyes. ”It was too delightful a plan to carry out.”

The next day found Paul and his sister back in London. Sally was to go to an aunt for a few days, until Paul could settle his plans; and when he had seen her off from the station, he turned his own steps in the direction of the quiet square where his G.o.dfather had spent his solitary life since the days of his retirement from active service.

His eyes turned instinctively to the windows, to see if the blinds were drawn down; but the house wore its usual aspect of dignified reserve, with its slightly opened cas.e.m.e.nts. The imperturbable butler, who answered Paul's ring at the bell, seemed at first inclined to question his right to enter.

”My master is very sadly, sir; he's not fit to see any one.”

”But he sent for me,” said Paul, quietly. ”Will you let him know, as soon as possible, that Paul Lessing has come in answer to his letter?”

At the mention of the familiar name Smith's manner altered perceptibly; he threw open the library door and ushered Paul in. It was scarcely a minute before he returned.

”My master is awake and will see you at once, sir.”

”Has he been long ill?” Paul asked.

”It's been coming on gradual for a year or more, sir. Creeping paralysis is what the doctors call it. He's no use left in his legs, and very little in his arms or hands; but his brain seems as active as ever. He took a turn for the worse last week, and the end, they think, may come at any time.”

”Thank you; I'll go upstairs now.”

He entered the sick-room so quietly that the nurse, who sat by the bedside, did not hear him; but the grey head on the pillow turned quickly, and the dying eyes shone with eager welcome.

”I'm glad you've come; I thought you meant to leave it till too late,”

was the abrupt greeting.

”I was abroad, and did not get your letter at once,” Paul said gently.

”And you came back? That's more than many fellows would have done.

Nurse, draw up those blinds, and leave us, please; there are several things I have to say. No, you need not talk about my saving my strength. What good will it do? A few minutes more life, perhaps,” he added testily, as he saw the nurse giving Paul some admonition under her breath. ”Women are a nuisance, Paul; and at no time do they prove it more than when you are ill and under their thumb. There! take a seat close by me, where I can see you.”

”You wanted to see me about something particular, your lawyer told me,”

said Paul, filled with pity at the sight of the perfectly helpless figure. ”It may be that I can carry out some wish of yours. I should be glad to be of service to you.”

Major Lessing did not answer for some minutes, and Paul ascribed his silence to exhaustion. In reality the keen eyes were scanning Paul's face critically, as if trying to read his character.

”I wanted to see you; and now you've come I don't know what to make of you. It has crossed my mind more than once since I've lain here, that I've been a rash fool to make a man I know so little of, my heir.”

Paul could not repress an exclamation of astonishment; the news gave him anything but unmixed pleasure.

”It was surely very rash, sir. I've no possible claim upon you. I have scarcely even any connection with you except the name.”