"Indeed! To whom? I hope you have been remembered with some little token Richard?"
"To be sure I have been. You know those two splendid diamond rings of hers: I have one, Oswald Cray the other. And that's all he has got, by the way, except a silver coffee-pot, or so. Sara, come with me into the garden, I wish to have a little chat with you."
"You have not told me who the stranger is," shrieked out Miss Bettina.
"I'll tell you by-and-by," called back the doctor.
"I did not think it likely she would leave anything to Oswald Cray, papa," Sara remarked, as they paced the garden path.
"I think I should, had I been in her place. A matter of five hundred pounds, or so, would have helped him on wonderfully. However, there was no obligation, and it is a question whether Oswald would have accepted it."
"You said it was not a just will, papa?"
"I could have gone further than that, Sara, and stigmatised it as a very unjust one. Those poor Stephensons, who have been expecting this money--who had a right to expect it--are cut off with a paltry fifty pounds each and the furniture."
"O papa! And are they not very poor?"
"So poor, that I believe honestly they have not always bread to eat; that is, what people, born as they were, designate as bread; proper food. They carry the signs of it in their countenances."