"In Lord Holchester's critical state of health," she answered, "I decline to take the responsibility of telling him what you have just told me. My own influence has been uniformly exerted in my son's favor--as long as my interference could be productive of any good result. The time for my interference has passed. Lord Holchester has altered his will this morning. I was not present; and I have not yet been informed of what has been done. Even if I knew--"
"Your ladyship would naturally decline," said Sir Patrick, "to communicate the information to a stranger."
"Certainly. At the same time, after what you have said, I do not feel justified in deciding on this matter entirely by myself. One of Lord Holchester's executors is now in the house. There can be no impropriety in your seeing him--if you wish it. You are at liberty to say, from me, that I leave it entirely to his discretion to decide what ought to be done."
"I gladly accept your ladyship's proposal."
Lady Holchester rang the bell at her side.
"Take Sir Patrick Lundie to Mr. Marchwood," she said to the servant.
Sir Patrick started. The name was familiar to him, as the name of a friend.
"Mr. Marchwood of Hurlbeck?" he asked.
"The same."
With that brief answer, Lady Holchester dismissed her visitor.
Following the servant to the other end of the corridor, Sir Patrick was conducted into a small room--the ante-chamber to the bedroom in which Lord Holchester lay. The door of communication was closed. A gentleman sat writing at a table near the window.
He rose, and held out his hand, with a look of surprise, when the servant announced Sir Patrick's name. This was Mr. Marchwood.
After the first explanations had been given, Sir Patrick patiently reverted to the object of his visit to Holchester House. On the first occasion when he mentioned Anne's name he observed that Mr. Marchwood became, from that moment, specially interested in what he was saying.
"Do you happen to be acquainted with the lady?" he asked "I only know her as the cause of a very strange proceeding, this morning, in that room." He pointed to Lord Holchester's bedroom as he spoke.
"Are you at liberty to mention what the proceeding was?"
"Hardly--even to an old friend like you--unless I felt it a matter of duty, on my part, to state the circumstances. Pray go on with what you were saying to me. You were on the point of telling me what brought you to this house."
Without a word more of preface, Sir Patrick told him the news of Geoffrey's marriage to Anne.
"Married!" cried Mr. Marchwood. "Are you sure of what you say?"
"I am one of the witnesses of the marriage."
"Good Heavens! And Lord Holchester's lawyer has left the house!"
"Can I replace him? Have I, by any chance justified you in telling me what happened this morning in the next room?"
"Justified me? You have left me no other alternative. The doctors are all agreed in dreading apoplexy--his lordship may die at any moment. In the lawyer's absence, I must take it on myself. Here are the facts. There is the codicil to Lord Holchester's Will which is still unsigned."
"Relating to his second son?"
"Relating to Geoffrey Delamayn, and giving him (when it is once executed) a liberal provision for life."
"What is the object in the way of his executing it?"
"The lady whom you have just mentioned to me."
"Anne Silvester!"