"Even when she hasn't spoken a word," thought Mr.Mool, consulting his recollections, "I have felt her eyes go through me like a knife." "Spare us the technicalities, please," Mrs.Gallilee continued, pointing to the documents on the table.

"I want to be exactly acquainted with the duties I owe to Carmina.

And, by the way, I naturally feel some interest in knowing whether Lady Northlake has any place in the Will." Mrs.Gallilee never said "my sister," never spoke in the family circle of "Susan." The inexhaustible sense of injury, aroused by that magnificent marriage, asserted itself in keeping her sister at the full distance implied by never forgetting her title.
"The first legacy mentioned in the Will," said Mr.Mool, "is a legacy to Lady Northlake." Mrs.Gallilee's face turned as hard as iron.

"One hundred pounds," Mr.Mool continued, "to buy a mourning ring."' Mrs.
Gallilee's eyes became eloquent in an instant, and said as if in words, "Thank Heaven!" "So like your uncle's unpretending good sense," she remarked to her son.
"Any other legacy to Lady Northlake would have been simply absurd.

Yes, Mr.Mool?
Perhaps my name follows ?" Mr.Mool cast a side-look at the ferns.