Ensued a silence. Margaret lifted the two wills, scrutinised them
closely, and then looked at the fire, interrogatively.
"It's penal servitude for quite a number of years," she said. "But,
then, he really
couldn't
tell any one, you know. No gentleman would
allow a lady to be locked up in jail. And if he knew--if he knew I
didn't and couldn't consider him a fortune-hunter, I really believe he
would--"
Whatever she believed he would do, the probability of his doing it