"Ha!" said Miss Berengaria, rubbing her nose. "So that's it, is it?"
"What do you mean, Miss Plantagenet?"
"That Bernard has not been disinherited. That old scamp—no, we must talk better of him—that the good old man who is dead repented and left the money to his rightful heir. What a joke!" Miss Berengaria chuckled. "There! there!" she went on, catching Durham's eyes. "It's all right. You have told me nothing. I can guess. Well, well, we must wait till the will is read. Then we shall see what is to be done to prove Bernard's innocence."
"That will be a hard task," said Durham, with a sigh; then added, with some little hesitation, "Miss Plantagenet, should Beryl make advances to you in the way of friendship receive them."
"Hum," said the lady. "I detest the fellow."
"But for Bernard's sake—"
"What plan have you in your head?" she asked sharply and peering into his troubled face.
"None. But I think that after the reading of the will—"
Miss Plantagenet chuckled. "After the reading—well?"
"Beryl may make advances to you."