his father's affairs, was much more full of what so much more nearly concerned himself. 'I will show it Dr. Thorne himself,' said he, 'and ask him what he thinks.'
Dr. Thorne was stretched fast asleep on the comfortless horse-hair sofa in the dingy sitting-room at the Gray's Inn Coffee-house when Frank found him. The funeral, and his journey to London, and the lawyers had together conquered his energies, and he lay and snored, with nose upright, while heavy London summer flies settled on his head and face, and robbed his slumbers of half their charms.
'I beg your pardon,' said he, jumping up as though he had been detected in some disgraceful act. 'Upon my word. Frank, I beg your pardon; but—well, my dear fellow, all well at Greshamsbury—eh?' and as he shook himself, he made a lunge at one uncommonly disagreeable fly that had been at him for the last ten minutes. It is hardly necessary to say that he missed his enemy.
'I should have been with you before, doctor, but I was down at Malvern.'
'At Malvern, eh? Ah! so Oriel told me. The death of poor Sir Louis was very sudden—was it not?'
'Very.'
'Poor fellow—poor fellow! His fate has for some time been past hope. It is a madness, Frank; the worst of madness. Only think of it—father and son! And such a career as the father had—such a career as the son might have had!'
'It has been very quickly run,' said Frank.
'May it be all forgiven him! I sometimes cannot but believe in a special Providence. That poor fellow was not able, never would have been able, to make proper use of the means which fortune had given him. I hope they may fall into better hands. There is no use in denying it, his death will be an immense relief to me, and a relief also to your father. All this law business will now, of course, be stopped. As for me, I hope I may never be a trustee again.'
Frank had put his hand four or five times into his breast pocket, and had as often taken out and put back again Mary's letter before he could find himself able to bring Dr. Thorne to the subject. At last there was a lull in the purely legal discussion, caused by the doctor intimating that he supposed Frank would now soon return to Greshamsbury.
'Yes; I shall go to-morrow morning.'
'What! so soon as that? I counted on having you one day in London with me.'
'No, I shall go to-morrow. I'm not fit company for any one.
