“Of course there’s that danger. One must risk something.”
“And is she sure to get money when this—what is it—her cousin—dies?”
“She’ll get five and twenty thousand pounds. I have seen his will, so I know it’s true.”
“Does she know herself?”
“No”—and he laughed a little short laugh.
Aunt Anne, listening and shuddering, remembered, oddly, that she had hardly ever heard him laugh in her life before.
“But how did you manage to see the will?”
“I told you before, Caroline, I saw it in my uncle’s office; so there is no mistake about it, if that is what you mean.”
Aunt Anne nodded her weary head to herself. “William Rammage is right,” she thought; “he is justified. I might have known that at least he would not deceive me.”
“And has she left it all to you, Alfred?” the girl’s voice—for it was a girl’s voice—asked.