Morton would not do
anything further in the matter, neither would he. He was almost too
mild a man to be a successful lawyer, and had a dislike to asking
for money. Mr. Morton had promised to see him, but Mr. Morton had
probably--forgotten it. Some gentlemen seem apt to forget such
promises.
Mr. Masters was somewhat surprised therefore when he was told one
morning in his office that Mr. Morton from Bragton wished to see
him. He thought that it must be Reginald Morton, having not heard
that the Squire had returned to the country. But John Morton was
shown into the office, and the old attorney immediately arose from
his arm-chair. Sundown was there, and was at once sent out of the
room. Sundown on such occasions was accustomed to retire to some
settlement seldom visited by the public which was called the back
office. Nickem was away intent on unravelling the Goarly mystery,
and the attorney could ask his visitor to take a confidential seat.
Mr. Morton however had very little to say. He was full of apologies
and at once handed out a cheque for the sum demanded. The money was
so much to the attorney that he was flurried by his own success.
"Perhaps," said Morton, "I ought in fairness to add interest"
"Not at all;--by no means. Lawyers never expect that. Really, Mr.
Morton, I am very much obliged.
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