"As it happens, Mr.Carboys did make a will.

But that was a very long time ago--in fact, before he knew me, so my name did not figure in it at all.
He once told me of the circumstances connected with it.

It was executed when he was about three-and-twenty.

It appears that there were some personal trinkets, relics of his more prosperous days: a set of jewelled waistcoat buttons, a scarf-pin, a few choice books and things like that, which he desired Mr.Van Nant to have in the event of his death (they were then going to the Orient, and times there were troublous); so he drew up a will, leaving everything that he might die possessed of to Mr.
Van Nant, and left the paper with the latter's solicitor when they bade good-bye to England.

So far as I know, that will still exists, Mr.
Headland; so"-- here the faintest suggestion of a quiver got into her voice--"if anything of a tragical nature had happened to him, and--and the trinkets hadn't disappeared with him, Mr.Van Nant could claim them all, and I should have not even one poor little token to cherish in memory of him.