ch, who spoke slowly and as if reluctantly, in a muffled voice of
which there seemed to be very little left, raised his hand to say: "One
moment: you acknowledge this to be--?"
"My last will and testament?" Rainer's laugh redoubled. "Well, I won't
answer for the 'last.' It's the first, anyway."
"It's a mere formula," Mr. Balch explained.
"Well, here goes." Rainer dipped his quill in the inkstand his uncle
had pushed in his direction, and dashed a gallant signature across the
document.
Faxon, understanding what was expected of him, and conjecturing that the
young man was signing his will on the attainment of his majority, had
placed himself behind Mr. Grisben, and stood awaiting his turn to affix
his name to the instrument. Rainer, having signed, was about to push the
paper across the table to Mr. Balch; but the latter, again raising his
hand, said in his sad imprisoned voice: "The seal--?"
"Oh, does there have to be a seal?"
Faxon, looking over Mr. Grisben at John Lavington, saw a faint frown
between his impassive eyes. "Really, Frank!" He seemed, Faxon thought,
slightly irritated by his nephew's frivolity.
"Who's got a seal?" Frank Rainer continued, glancing about the table.
"There doesn't seem to be one here."
Mr. Grisben interposed. "A wafer will do. Lavington, you have a wafer?"
Mr. Lavington had recovered his serenity. "There must be some in one
of the drawers. But I'm ashamed to say I don't know where my secretary
keeps these things. He ought to have seen to it that a wafer was sent
with the document."
"Oh, hang it--" Frank Rainer pushed the paper aside: "It's the hand of
God--and I'm as hungry as a wolf. Let's dine first, Uncle Jack."
"I think I've a seal upstairs," said Faxon.
Mr. Lavington sent him a barely perceptible smile. "So sorry to give you
the trouble--"
"Oh, I say, don't send him after it now. Let's wait till after dinner!"
Mr. Lavington continued to smile on _his_ guest, and the latter, as
if under the faint coercion of the smile, turned from the room and
ran upstairs. Having taken the seal from his writing-case he came down
again, and once more opened the door of the study. No one was speaking
when he entered--they were evidently awaiting his return with the mute
impatience of hunger, and he put the seal in Rainer's reach, and stood
watching while Mr. Grisben struck a match and held it to one of the
candles flanking the inkstand. As the wax descended on the paper Faxon
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