I will only say now, that you are interested in the result." Mrs.Gallilee turned swiftly and sternly to her son.

"When I am dead and gone," she said, "I look to you to defend my memory." "To defend your memory ?" Ovid repeated, wondering what she could possibly mean.
"If I do become interested in the disposal of Robert's fortune--which God forbid!--can't you foresee what will happen ?" his mother inquired bitterly.

"Lady Northlake will say, 'Maria intrigued for this!'" Mr.Mool looked doubtfully at the ferns.

No! His vegetable allies were not strong enough to check any further outpouring of such family feeling as this.

Nothing was to be trusted, in the present emergency, but the superior authority of the Will.
"Pardon me," he said; "there are some further instructions, Mrs.
Gallilee, which, as I venture to think, exhibit your late brother's well-known liberality of feeling in a very interesting light.