'I'll tell you the next time. It would take too long now. Perhaps it will never come to anything; perhaps you wouldn't like it if it did, and perhaps you'd be disappointed if it didn't. And it's best to say no more about it yet.'
And this oracular reply was all Kathie could extract from Neville before they had to bid each other good-night.
Philippa was a good deal disappointed the next day that Kathleen had no more to tell her.
'You promised to speak to your brother about looking for the paper,' she said.
'Well, so I did,' said Kathie.
'Yes; but what you said was no good. You should have planned with him about going there. It'll be too late soon; once your aunt has left the house you'd never have a chance of going there.'
'Oh, bother!' said Kathleen; 'I've no chance as it is. I don't believe it'll ever be found—the paper or the will either. It's no good thinking any more about it.'
Philippa's face flushed.
'I think you're a very silly girl, and a very selfish one too,' she said. 'I'm sure if there was the least little tiniest bit of a chance of my finding any paper that would do my papa and mamma any good, I'd—I'd—'