"He _surely_ has not done as his father did before him ?--left it to the younger brother, over the head of the elder?
He has never left it to Jan!" "Neither to Jan nor to me.

It is left to Frederick Massingbird.

John would have had it, had he been alive." Lady Verner's delicate features became crimson; before she could speak, they had assumed a leaden colour.

"Don't play with me, Lionel," she gasped, an awful fear thumping at her heart that he was _not_ playing with her.

"It cannot be left to the Massingbirds!" He sat down by her side, and gave her the history of the matter in detail.