declared to the attorney that just praise was due to Augustus for the
nobility of the sacrifice he was making, Augustus had understood his
father accurately and determined to be revenged, not because of the
expression of his father's thoughts, but because he had so expressed
himself before the attorney. Mr. Scarborough also thought that he was
entitled to his revenge.

When he had been left alone for an hour he rung the bell, which was
close at his side, and called for Mr. Merton. "Where is Mr. Grey?"

"I think he has ordered the wagonette to take him to the station."

"And where is Augustus?"

"I do not know."

"And Mr. Jones? I suppose they have not gone to the station. Just feel
my pulse, Merton. I am afraid I am very weak." Mr. Merton felt his pulse
and shook his head. "There isn't a pulse, so to speak."

"Oh yes; but it is irregular. If you will exert yourself so violently--"

"That is all very well; but a man has to exert himself sometimes, let
the penalty be what it may. When do you think that Sir William will have
to come again?" Sir William, when he came, would come with his knife,
and his advent was always to be feared.

"It depends very much on yourself, Mr. Scarborough. I don't think he can
come very often, but you can make the distances long or short. You
should attend to no business."

"That is absolute rubbish."

"Nevertheless, it is my duty to say so. Whatever arrangements may be
required, they should be made by others. Of course, if you do as you
have done this morning, I can suggest some little relief. I can give you
tonics and increase the amount; but I cannot resist the evil which you
yourself do yourself."

"I understand all about it."

"You will kill yourself if you go on."

"I don't mean to go on any farther,--not as I have done to-day; but as to
giving up business, that is rubbish. I have got my property to manage,
and I mean to manage it myself as long as I live. Unfortunately, there
have been accidents which make the management a little rough at times. I
have had one of the rough moments to-day, but they shall not be
repeated. I give you my word for that. But do not talk to me about
giving up my business. Now I'll take your tonics, and then would you
have the kindness to ask my sister to come to me?"

Miss Scarborough, who was always in waiting on her brother, was at once
in the room. "Martha," he said, "where is Augustus?"

"I think he has gone out."

"And where is Mr. Sep