"Yes," said Mrs. Aylmer, in a choking voice, "they are my last moments; but I think all my affairs are settled."
Bertha looked at him and withdrew. Her eyes seemed to say: "Take my part, and you will not repent it."
Mr. Wiltshire immediately took his cue.
"I am given to understand that Mr. Trevor has offended you," he said; "is that so?"
"He has, mortally; but I am too ill to worry now."
"It will be easy to put a codicil to your will if you have any fresh desires with regard to your property," said Mr. Wiltshire.
"I am dying, Mr. Wiltshire. When you come to face death, you don't much care about money. It cannot go with you, you know."
"But it can stay behind you, my dear madam, and do good to others."
"True, true."
"I fear, I greatly fear that Mr. Trevor may squander it," said Mr. Wiltshire slowly.