“Sir Wingrave,” he said, “I apologize most humbly for what I am about to say, but as the agent of your estates in this county and your--er--legal adviser with regard to them, I am forced to ask you whether you are quite determined upon this--most unexampled piece of generosity. Tredowen has been in your mother’s family for a great many years, and although I must say that I have a great affection for this young lady, I have also an old fashioned dislike to seeing--er--family property pass into the hands of strangers. You might, forgive me--marry!” Wingrave smiled very faintly, otherwise his face was inscrutable. “I might,” he admitted calmly, “but I shall not. Do you consider me, Mr. Pengarth, to be a person in possession of his usual faculties?” “Oh, most certainly--most certainly,” the lawyer declared emphatically. “Then please do not question my instructions any further. So far as regards the pecuniary part of it, I am a richer man than you have any idea of, Mr. Pengarth, and for the rest--sentiment unfortunately does not appeal to me. I choose to give the Tredowen estates away, to disappoint my next of kin. That is how you may regard the transaction. We will go into the house and complete this deed.” Wingrave rose slowly and walked with some difficulty up the gravel path. He ignored, however, his companion’s timid offer of help, and led the way to the library. In a few minutes the document was signed and witnessed. “I have ordered tea in the garden,” Wingrave said, as the two servants left the room; “that is, unless you prefer any other sort of refreshment. I don’t know much about the cellars, but there is some cabinet hock, I believe--” Mr. Pengarth interposed. “I am very much obliged,” he said, “but I will not intrude upon you further. If you will allow me, I will ring the bell for my trap.” “You will do nothing of the sort,” Wingrave answered testily. “You will stay here and talk to me.” “I will stay with pleasure if you desire it,” the lawyer answered. “I had an idea that you preferred solitude.” “Then you were wrong,” Wingrave answered. “I hate being alone.” They moved out together towards the garden. Tea was set out in a shady corner of the lawn. “If you will forgive my remarking it,” Mr. Pengarth said, “this seems rather an extraordinary place for you to come to if you really dislike solitude.” “I come to escape from an intolerable situation, and because I was ill,” Wingrave said. “You might have brought friends,” the lawyer suggested. “I have no friends,” Wingrave answered. “Some of the people in the neighborhood would be very glad--” Mr. Pengarth began. “I do not wish to see them,” Wingrave answered. Mr. Pengarth took a peach, and held his tongue. Wingrave broke the silence which followed a little abruptly. “Tell me, Mr. Pengarth,” he said, “do I look like a man likely to fail in anything he sets out to accomplish?” The lawyer shook his head vigorously. “You do not,” he declared.