At this time Matthew Halliday presented the appearance of a responsible City Merchant. His dress was sober yet of the best: nobody had whiter ruffles at his wrist or at his shirt-front: nobody wore a neck-cloth of more costly lace: his gold buttons, gold buckles, and gold laced hat proclaimed him an independent person: he carried a large gold watch and a gold snuff-box: he wore a large signet-ring on his right thumb, his face was grave beyond his years: this morning it presented an appearance which in lesser men is called sulky. I knew the look well, from old experience. It meant that something had gone wrong. All my life long I had experienced at the hands of this cousin an animosity which I can only explain by supposing a resentment against one who stood between himself and a rich man's estate. As a boy--I was four or five years younger than himself--he would take from me, and destroy, things I cherished: he invented lies and brought false accusations against me; he teased, pinched, bullied me when no one was looking. When I grew big enough I fought him. At first I got beaten: but I went on growing and presently I beat him. Then, if he attempted any more false accusations he knew that he would have to fight me again; a consideration which made him virtuous. 'Cousin,' he said coldly, 'this gentleman is Mr. Probus, the new attorney of the House. Mr. Littleton, his late attorney, is dead. Mr. Probus will henceforth conduct our affairs.' 'Unworthily,' said Mr. Probus. 'That is my concern,' Matthew replied with great dignity. 'I hope I know how to choose and to appoint my agents.' 'Sir'--Mr. Probus turned to me--'it has ever been the business of my life to study the good of my fellow man. My motto is one taken from an ancient source--you will allow one of the learned profession to have some tincture of Latin. The words are--ahem!--_Integer vitæ scelerisque Probus_. That is to say: Probus--Probus, Attorney-at-Law; _vitæ_, lived; _integer_, respected; _scelerisque_, and trusted. Such, Sir, should your affairs ever require the nice conduct of one who is both guide and friend to his clients, you will ever find me. Now, Mr. Matthew, Sir, my honoured patron, I await your commands.' 'We are waiting, cousin,' said Matthew, 'for my father. As soon as he arrives Mr. Probus will read the Will. The contents are known to me--in general terms--such was the confidence reposed in me by my honoured uncle--in general terms. I believe you will find that any expectations you may have formed--' 'Pardon me, Sir,' interrupted the attorney. 'Not before the reading of the Will--' 'Will be frustrated. That is all I intended to say. Of course there may be a trifle. Indeed I hope there may prove to be some trifling legacy. 'Perhaps a shilling. Ha, ha!' The attorney looked more forbidding when he became mirthful than when he was serious.