When Fabian had gone, Carnac sat down on a bench and thought over the whole thing.

Carnac had no quarrel with his fate.

When in the old home on the hill he had heard the will, it had surprised him, but it had not shocked him.

He had looked to be the discarded heir, and he knew it now without rebellion.

He had never tried to smooth the path to that financial security which his father could give.