They all three died--and then--then in his old age he found himself alone in the world without any one who loved him, or whom he loved--without any one to whom he could confidently leave his enormous fortune, knowing it would be wisely and nobly used.

When I last saw him I urged upon him the necessity of making his Will.

He said he could not make it, as there was no one living whom he cared to name as his heir.
Then he left London,--ostensibly on a journey for his health." Here Sir Francis paused, looking anxiously at his listener.

She was deadly pale, and every now and then her eyes brimmed over with tears.

"You can guess the rest," he continued,--"He took no one into his confidence as to his intention,--not even me.