There were some papers annexed, containing directions for collecting the annuity to be paid to Mrs.Simcoe, and a schedule of the property.

The Honorable B.Dinks looked hastily at the schedule.
"Miss Wayne's property will be at least a million of dollars," said he, in a formal voice.
There were a few moments of utter silence.

Even the legal gentlemen ceased buzzing; but presently the forefinger of one of them was laid in the palm of his other hand, and as he stated his proposition to his neighbor, a light conversation began again.
Mrs.Fanny Dinks Newt seemed to have been smitten.

She sat crushed up, as it were, biting her nails nervously; her brow wrinkled incredulously, and glaring at her father-in-law, as he folded the paper.

Her face grew altogether as black as her hair and her eyes; as if she might discharge a frightful flash and burst of tempest if she were touched or spoken to, or even looked at.
But Mrs.Dinks the elder did look at her, not at all with an air of sullen triumph, but, on the contrary, with a singularly inquisitive glance of apprehension and alarm, as if she felt that the petty trial of wits between them was insignificant compared with the chances of Alfred's happiness.