"Matter!" father said, and he turned round upon her, and said the words again, in a fierce sort of way. Grannie went up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.
"I EXPECTED AS MUCH."
"Miles," she said, "you never spoke so before me yet, and you won't again, if you don't want to break your old mother's heart."
"A man can't be always choosing his words," father said roughly, and he shook her hand off. "Here's a nice go! That fellow's setting to work to prove that the old man was mad when he made the will."
"I expected as much," grannie said. "And if they prove it?"
"They can't prove it. I'd defy all England to prove it,—without a pack of lies is to be taken as truth," father said in a passionate way. "The old man was as clear in the head as you or I."
Grannie didn't ask him how he knew this, since he had not seen Andrew Morison for years. She only said: "But if they do prove it?"
"They can't, I tell you. If they did, the money wouldn't come to us. But they can't-they shan't!" And father stamped his foot.
"The money is left to us, and it's ours. It's ours!"