“Found the other will?” repeated Ralston, in the utmost surprise. “Well—what sort of a will is it? Will it be good?”
“I’m so glad!” exclaimed Katharine, thoughtlessly.
Bright fixed his clear, blue eyes on her with considerable curiosity, and hesitated an instant before he spoke.
“Of course!” he exclaimed. “They always said you knew what was in it, cousin Katharine.”
“Did they? I don’t know how they knew that I did,” she answered. “But I’m glad it’s found, all the same.”
“Are you? Well—I hope it’s all right. Of course nobody knows what’s in it. Allen wants to collect the family at your house to-morrow morning to hear it read. It seems to me it might have been managed to-night, but he said there wasn’t time to send round. I think cousin Alexander objected, too. He wants all the family. Will you tell your mother, Jack? Eleven o’clock at Clinton Place. Write a note to Beman to say why you don’t turn up at the bank.”
“All right,” answered John, gravely. “I hope it will be all right, Ham, old man,” he added, putting out his hand as Bright showed signs of being in a hurry.
“Thank you, Jack,” answered the latter, heartily. “Not that you and I shall ever quarrel about money. Good-bye, cousin Katharine.”
And he went on and left them to pursue their way in the opposite direction. They walked slowly, and looked into one another’s eyes.
“I thought he’d burned it,” said Ralston at last, in a tone of wonder.