"But suppose I marry Mr. Lambert—"
"Agnes, you won't be such a fool!" shouted her brother, growing so scarlet that he seemed to be on the point of an apoplectic fit.
She turned on him with a look, which reduced him to silence, but carefully avoided the eyes of the cousin. "Suppose I marry Mr. Lambert?" she asked again.
"In that case you will lose the money," replied Jarwin, slightly weary of so obvious an answer having to be made. "You have heard the will."
"Who gets the money then?"
This was another ridiculous question, as Jarwin, and not without reason, considered.
"Would you like me to read the will again?" he asked sarcastically.
"No. I am aware of what it contains."
"In that case, you must know, madam, that the money goes to a certain person whose name is mentioned in a sealed envelope, now in my office safe."
"Who is the person?" demanded Garvington, with a gleam of hope that Pine might have made him the legatee.