Scarborough might have been seen seated in the Monte Carlo room, without
any friendly Samuel Hart to stand over him and guard him.

CHAPTER LXII.

THE LAST OF MR. GREY.

"I have put in my last appearance at the old chamber in Lincoln's Inn
Fields," said Mr. Grey, on arriving home one day early in June.

"Papa, you don't mean it!" said Dolly.

"I do. Why not one day as well as another? I have made up my mind that
it is to be so. I have been thinking of it for the last six weeks. It is
done now."

"But you have not told me."

"Well, yes; I have told you all that was necessary. It has come now a
little sudden, that is all."

"You will never go back again?"

"Well, I may look in. Mr. Barry will be lord and master."

"At any rate he won't be my lord and master!" said Dolly, showing by the
tone of her voice that the matter had been again discussed by them since
the last conversation which was recorded, and had been settled to her
father's satisfaction.

"No;--you at least will be left to me. But the fact is, I cannot have any
farther dealings with the affairs of Mr. Scarborough. The old man who is
dead was too many for me. Though I call him old, he was ever so much
younger than I am. Barry says he was the best lawyer he ever knew. As
things go now a man has to be accounted a fool if he attempts to run
straight. Barry does not tell me that I have been a fool, but he clearly
thinks so."

"Do you care what Mr. Barry thinks or says?"

"Yes, I do,--in regard to the professional position which I hold. He is
confident that Mountjoy Scarborough is his father's eldest legitimate
son, and he believes that the old squire simply was anxious to supersede
him to get some cheap arrangement made as to his debts."

"I supposed that was the case before."

"But what am I to think of such a man? Mr. Barry speaks of him almost
with affection. How am I to get on with such a man as Mr. Barry?"

"He himself is honest."

"Well;--yes, I believe so. But he does not hate the absolute utter
roguery of our own client. And that is not quite all. When the story of
the Rummelsburg marriage was told I did not believe one word of it, and
I said so most strongly. I did not at first believe the story that there
had been no such marriage, and I swore to Mr. Scarborough that I would
protect Mountjoy and Mountjoy's creditors against any such scheme as
that which was intended. Then I was convinced. All the details of the
Nice marriage