It was of Ralph she thought.

Of Ralph and Herbert.

Were the plans that the latter had made--the plans that had given happiness to the last year of the life of him who had known so little happiness--to be shattered?
This to her mind was even more than the loss that Ralph would suffer.
"They may have destroyed the will," she said at last; "but if not I will find it, if it takes me all my life to do so." A week later two letters arrived.

The one was from Mrs.Withers.

The will had not been found.