"It's a new weapon for these affairs.
What if they'll not accept?
But it's no business of mine, and I'll remember your wishes." And the strange fellow turned again to his accounts.
I spent the evening looking over my papers and making various appointments in case I did not survive the morrow.

Happily the work I had undertaken for Lawrence was all but finished, and of my ordinary business Faulkner knew as much as myself.

I wrote a letter to Uncle Andrew, telling him frankly the situation, that he might know how little choice I had.

It was a cold-blooded job making these dispositions, and I hope never to have the like to do again.

Presently I heard voices outside, and Faulkner came to the door with Mr.George Mason, the younger, of Thornby, who passed for the chief buck in Virginia.