'He's afraid of himself!' cried Angela. 'She has only to get him into a corner—like Alice.'
'Then it is well I am going away to-morrow.'
'Very unreasonable,' muttered Lance.
'What, to be so soft—I think it is indeed! I don't care for the money, but how those critters will triumph!'
'He never said they would have it,' said Cherry.
'Oh! if he is only teasing.—What are you going to do, Felix?'
'I do not know. I must look at the terms of the will.'
Gertrude looked triumphantly at Angela, as much as to say, 'Could you not trust his common sense and justice?'
But Felix put a stop to the conversation by asking Lance whether the usual Sunday evening hymns would be too much for him.
'Not at all,' he said, 'provided Angela would sing nothing she had not studied;' and then finding Gertrude took this as a hint, he was dreadfully distressed, and nearly implied that dissonance from her was better than harmony from any one else. She, on the other hand, was as ever, greatly impressed with the sweetness of Felix's voice, and refused, as they went down to supper, to believe that Lance's could be better.