"Kezia won't have it anyhow," Robert muttered with satisfaction, removing his boots from the sofa. He wanted to go out into the village and talk.
"You never did tell us much about that paper what Mrs. Drake left vor you," said Bessie reproachfully.
"It was just an ordinary will, leaving me some money and the house. She couldn't deprive me of that, as the property belonged to my uncle, and he made her promise I should have it. If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Blisland," George added lightly.
"Of course we believes you. I always thought it funny Mrs. Drake shouldn't have left you nothing," said Bessie.
"What do you think she meant to do about the furniture, sir?" asked Robert boldly.
"Ah, that's a troublesome question," said George cautiously.
"I fancy she meant to leave half to Kezia and half to me; but she wur such a kind-hearted lady that she left all of it to both of us," observed Bessie.
"Not all—tell the truth, Bess. We ain't going to claim what don't belong to us. She never left you the carpet on the stairs, nor yet the old bed in the attic," said Robert severely.
"You can't be too honest in business, and that means, if you are too honest, some one else will get the better of you," said George. "If Mrs. Drake had left the furniture to Mr. Taverner and myself, as she has left it to Kezia and you—"
"What would you ha' done, sir?" asked Robert eagerly.