"Well, what about it?" he asked abruptly.
"I think it's one of the most touching things I ever heard."
"Believe it?"
"Why, Will!"
"Oh! Then you don't blame me any more for committing him?"
"Certainly not. What else could you do?"
"Um-m-m. That's what Minnie, Countess of Barkington, said. She put it stronger than that. When a man of that age spends half of his time in the housekeeper's room, sorting linen, she suggested, there's something wrong. We shall certainly question the will—if he alters it."
"Alters it?"
"In favor of Mrs. Leeth, of course. The fair Minnie hasn't lived among the English aristocracy for nothing."
"Why, Will, how ludicrous—you mean that she suspects——"