She went out in the hall to meet him.
“My dear,” he said, “I am more reasonable than I was yesterday. Your lovely mother has placed some views in a different light, and she is most glad that you have never lacked for a fervent love and care. And we both forgive her.”
“Oh, thank you for that. Though Mrs. Barrington advises that she had better not be told of the discovery. You see she is so tranquil now, knowing that I am provided for.”
Then they entered the room. Mrs. Boyd scarcely noticed them, but her eyes questioned Lilian, who began to explain, holding the poor hand in hers. Mrs. Boyd seemed confused at first, then she said with some difficulty—“Yes, yes.”
Lilian and Miss Arran pillowed her up in a sitting posture and placed the material on a portable desk.
“It is just to sign your name.”
She seemed to listen as Mr. Ledwith read the affadavit, and nodded, with her eyes on Lilian, who put the pen in her hand, but she could not clasp it.
“I think you will have to guide it. She does not understand.”
Lilian took the poor shaking hand in hers, and the sick woman looked up into her face and smiled.
It was written, but even Lilian’s hand shook a little. “Emma Eliza Boyd.”