It was easy to guess on what he was preparing to speak—his voice failed, the tears began to trickle down his cheeks, he took out his handkerchief, and could proceed no farther.
“I thought,” said Lord Elmwood, angrily, “I thought I had given my orders upon the subject—did not my steward write them to you?”
“He did, my Lord,” said Sandford, humbly, “but I was set out before they arrived.”
“Has he not told you my mind then?” cried he, more angrily still.
“He has;” replied Sandford,—“But”——
“But what, Sir?” cried Lord Elmwood.
“Your Lordship,” continued Sandford, “was mistaken in supposing that Lady Elmwood left a will, she left none.”
“No will? no will at all?” returned he, surprised.
“No, my Lord,” answered Sandford, “she wished every thing to be as you willed.”
“She left me all the trouble, then, you mean?”