After that she fell into a deep sleep, and slept for hours. Then suddenly she sat up. Donal put his arm behind and supported her. She looked a little wild, shuddered, murmured something he could not understand, then threw herself back into his arms. Her expression changed to a look of divinest, loveliest content, and she was gone.
CHAPTER LXXXII.
THE WILL.
When her will was read, it was found that, except some legacies, and an annuity to Mrs. Brookes, she had left everything to Donal.
Mr. Graeme, rising the moment the lawyer looked up, congratulated Donal—politely, not cordially, and took his leave.
“If you are walking towards home,” said Donal, “I will walk with you.”
“I shall be happy,” said Mr. Graeme—feeling it not a little hard that one who would soon be heir presumptive to the title should have to tend the family property in the service of a stranger and a peasant.
“Lord Morven cannot live long,” said Donal as they went. “It is not to be wished he should.”
Mr. Graeme returned no answer. Donal resumed.
“I think I ought to let you know at once that you are heir to the title.”
“I think you owe the knowledge to myself!” said the factor, not without a touch of contempt.