"Nothing," replied the visitor, gruffly.
"Your niece left the office an hour since," continued Maxwell. "She
requested me immediately to visit your brother."
"Which you have not done," returned the visitor, whom we will style
Jaspar, to distinguish him from his brother, Colonel Dumont.
"But which I intend to do at once, a little matter having detained me
longer than I supposed it would."
"I will save you the trouble. The business upon which my brother wished
to see you was concerning his will."
"Indeed, sir! I hope he is not dangerously ill," said Maxwell, in
apparent alarm.
"Not at all. The doctor says he will be out in a week; but he thinks
otherwise, and is now engaged in putting his house in order," replied
Jaspar, with a sickly smile.
"I am glad he is no worse, though it is better at all times to be
prepared for the final event."
"Perhaps it is," said Jaspar, coldly. "Here is a rough draught of the
will, which he wishes reduced to the usual form with all possible haste.
Will it take you long?"
"An hour or two.
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