Nor was Tom, himself, altogether without concern; for, since the recent change in his uncle's feelings towards himself, he had a secret apprehension that some paper might be found, to defeat all his hopes.
Triumph, however, gradually assumed the place of fear, in the expression of his countenance; and when Mr.Furlong, a perfectly honest man, declared that, from the late baronet's habits, as well as from the result of this search, he did not believe that any such instrument existed, his feelings overflowed in language.
"Not so fast, Master Furlong--not so fast," he cried; "here is something that possibly even your legal acumen may be willing to term a will.

You perceive, gentlemen, I have it in my possession on good authority, as it is addressed to me by name, and that, too, in Sir Wycherly's own hand-writing; the envelope is sealed with his private seal.

You will pronounce this to be my dear uncle's hand.

Furlong,"-- showing the superscription of the letter--"and this to be his seal ?" "Both are genuine, gentlemen," returned the steward, with a sigh.

"Thus far, Mr.Thomas is in the right." "_Mr._ Thomas, sirrah!--and why not _Sir_ Thomas?
Are baronets addressed as other men, in England?
But, no matter! There is a time for all things.