He sat so long silent and thoughtful after reading it, that Grace looked at him in surprise.
"You look as grave as an owl, Frank.

Whom is your letter from ?" Doctor Frank started out of his reverie to find Kate's eyes fixed inquiringly upon him too.
"From Messrs.

Grayson & Hambert, my uncle's solicitors.

He is dead." Grace uttered a little cry.
"Dead! Frank! And you are his heir ?" "Yes." "How much has he left ?" Mrs.Danton asked, breathlessly.
"Twenty thousand pounds." Grace clasped her hands.
"Twenty thousand pounds?
My dear Frank! You have no need to go slaving at your profession now." Her brother looked at her in quiet surprise.
"I shall slave at my profession all the same.

This windfall will, however, alter my plans a good deal.