"Take it calmly," said Garrison. "Don't be hurried."
She could make no reply. She drew the will from its sheath and, spreading it open, glanced through it rapidly.
"Dear Uncle John!" she presently said, in a voice that all but broke. "He has willed it all to me, with no conditions—all except a nice little sum for Foster—poor Foster, I'm so glad!"
She broke down and cried.
Garrison said nothing. He went to the window and let her cry it out.
She was drying her eyes, in an effort to regain her self-control, when someone knocked and immediately opened the door.
Garrison turned. Dorothy had risen quickly to her feet.
It was Theodore who stood in the doorway. He had come before
Garrison's note could be delivered.
"Come in," said Garrison. "You're just the man I wish to see."