Of course you were present when the will was read to-day ?" She raised her eyes to mine.

I knew not what magnetism, what spell lay in them; but no other eyes were like them.

They compelled attention; a man could no more release himself from their glance than he could fly.

I was not at all in love with her, yet those eyes held me spell-bound.
"I want you to tell me," she said, "if there was any other will.
Did--did Miles leave one ?" As she put the question to me I saw that her lips were parched and burning, her white fingers so tightly clenched that they left great red marks.
"No," I replied; "there was only one will, and that was Sir Barnard's." A great calm fell over her.

After some minutes she looked at me again.
"Was there any mention in that will of me ?" I told her none.