"I'm finished?" cried Mrs. Batholommey, in a voice trembling with indignation.
"Rose!" her husband remonstrated in severe rebuke.
"Oh, it's all very well for you to say 'Rose!' How would you like it to get nothing but an old picture? Tell me that!"
Here she had recourse to her handkerchief, and her lips trembled as she wiped her eyes, sniffling sorrowfully and all unheeded by the others.
Frederik took a watch fob from the drawer before he continued his reading.
"To Mr. Batholommey: my antique watch fob—with profound respect."
The executor rolled the words under his tongue.
Mr. Batholommey rose, bowed graciously, and accepted the watch fob without looking at it. Then he sat down.
The voice of Fate went on:
"To Colonel Lawton——"