"Give me that will, if you please, Dr. Twelves."
"Hadn't I better hand it to his lawyer for safe keeping?"
"His lawyer? His lawyer is now my lawyer; I will give all necessary instructions. The will will be in safe keeping with me. Give it me at once." He gave it her. "What have you in your other hand? Some more property of mine?"
"It is the miniature of the woman he loved best in the world. Don't you think it might go with him, in his coffin, to the grave?"
"Give it me. I will give all necessary instructions, as I have already told you. Your interference is not desired, nor will it be tolerated. To be quite frank with you, Dr. Twelves--it is always my desire to be frank and open--I have endured too much from you already; I will endure nothing more. The less I see, or hear, of you in the future the better I shall be pleased, since you are, in all respects, the most objectionable person I ever met. Don't you venture to intrude yourself again; if medical attendance is required it will be obtained elsewhere. I am now the mistress of this house--since there is no master, its mistress in the most literal sense. Everything is mine--everything. Be so good as to bear that in mind."
He looked at her, and smiled.
"I am not likely to forget that--ever."
She did not know which she liked least--his tone, his look, or his smile.