“You had never seen the testatrix before, I suppose?”
“Never.”
“But you took a good look at her when you did see her?”
“Well, I looked, of course, but I did not notice her very much—there was not very much light.”
“Oh! there was not very much light,” said Mr. Daunt, steadying his spectacles and fixing his gaze on the clerk. “How much light?”
“One candle.”
“Only one candle when the testatrix was making her mark! Was that the reason she gave for not signing her name in full?”
“No. She said when Mr. Devaney asked her if she would sign her name, that she did not know how to write, but that she thought her mark would do.”
“Did not know how to write!” interrupted the judge. “I thought testatrix was a lady of position.”