In another minute, Mr. Meeson was being warmly, even enthusiastically, greeted by Mr. Todd himself.  Mr. Todd was a nervous-looking, jumpy little man, who spoke in jerks and gushes in such a way as to remind one of a fire-hose through which water was being pumped intermittently.

“How do you do, my dear Sir?  Delighted to have this pleasure,” he began with a sudden gush, and then suddenly dried up, as he noticed the ominous expression on the great man’s brow.  “I am sure I am very sorry that you were kept waiting, my dear Sir:  but I was at the moment engaged with an excellent and most Christian testator.”—­

Here he suddenly jumped and dried up again, for Mr. Meeson, without the slightest warning, ejaculated:  “Curse your Christian testator!  And look here, Todd, just you see that it does not happen again.  I’m a Christian testator too; and Christians of my cut aren’t accustomed to be kept standing about just like office-boys or authors.  See that it don’t happen again, Todd.”

“I am sure I am exceedingly grieved.  Circumstances”—­

“Oh, never mind all that—­I want my will.”

“Will—­will—­Forgive me—­a little confused, that’s all.  Your manner is so full of hearty old middle-age’s kind of vigour”—­

Here he stopped, more suddenly even than usual, for Mr. Meeson fixed him with his savage eye, and then jerked himself out of the room to look for the document in question.

“Little idiot!” muttered Meeson; “I’ll give him the sack, too, if he isn’t more careful.  By Jove! why should I not have my own resident solicitor?  I could get a sharp hand with a damaged character for about L300 a year, and I pay that old Todd quite L2000.  There is a vacant place in the Hutches that I could turn into an office.  Hang me, if I don’t do it.  I will make that little chirping grasshopper jump to some purpose, I’ll warrant,” and he chuckled at the idea.

Just then Mr. Todd returned with the will, and before he could begin to make any explanations his employer, cut him short with a sharp order to read the gist of it.

This the lawyer proceeded to do.  It was very short, and, with the exception of a few legacies, amounting in all to about twenty thousand pounds, bequeathed all the testator’s vast fortune and estates, including his (by far the largest) interest in the great publishing house, and his palace with the paintings and other valuable contents, known as Pompadour Hall, to his nephew, Eustace H. Meeson.

“Very well,” he said, when the reading was finished; “now give it to me.”

Mr. Todd obeyed, and handed the document to his patron, who deliberately rent it into fragments with his strong fingers, and then completed its destruction by tearing it with his big white teeth.  This done, he mixed the little pieces up, threw them on the floor, and stamped upon them with an air of malignity that almost frightened jerky little Mr. Todd.

“Now then,” he grimly said, “there’s an end of the old love; so let’s on with the new.  Take your pen and receive my instructions for my will.”