Edmund smiled. She was really always the same quite hopeless mixture of soft and hard elements.
"Have you seen Mr. Murray, Junior?" he asked.
"Yes; he came this morning, and I can't conceive what to do. At last I got so dazed with thinking that this afternoon I have tried to forget all about it."
"That will hardly get things settled," said Edmund, rather drily.
Tears came into her eyes, and were forced back by an effort of will. Then she told him quite quietly of Nurse Edith's evidence.
"You mean," he explained, "that there is a copy of the real will leaving everything to you. I can hardly believe it. In fact, I find it harder to believe than when I first guessed at the truth. I suppose it is an effect on the nerves, but now that we are actually proved right I am simply bewildered. It seems almost too good to be true."
Rose was also, it seemed, more dazed than triumphant. He felt it very strange that she had not told him the great news as soon as he came into the room.
"What made you say that you could not conceive what to do? There can be no doubt now." He spoke quickly and incisively.
"I cannot see," she said at last, "what is right. Mr. Murray is very positive, and absolutely insists that it is my duty to allow the thing to go on."
"Of course," Edmund interjected.