"I'm her husband, Roger Ransom.

Who goes with me?
He who does is my friend for life." The clerk and one or two others rushed for their coats and lanterns.

He waited for nothing.

The roar of the waterfall had told him too many tales that day.

And the will! Her will just signed! "Georgian!" They could hear his cry.
"Georgian! Georgian! Wait! wait! hear what I have to say!" thrilled back through the mist as he stumbled on, followed by the men waving their lanterns and shouting words of warning he probably never heard.