"Told you, sir. Did you not prepare it in due and legal form?" asked the colonel sharply.
"No. It was, I understood her to say, a holograph testament of the mode in which she wished her worldly possessions——"
"The dross of this life, as she truly termed them," interrupted Macfarisee.
"Disposed of, and to whom?"
"Exactly so. Ah, my dear colonel, she walked through this vale of tears with an upright step. Blessed are the dead, who die as she died."
"Well, but the will, Mr. Macfarisee," said the colonel impatiently.
"Nothing now remains but to read the last melancholy wishes of our deceased sister in the spirit."
"But where the deuce are they expressed?"
"In a document, committed, I believe, to the custody of Miss Amy Lee."
"I have a sealed paper which you gave me, sir, some weeks ago," said Amy, rising timidly from her seat.