"Do you mean to say that what's on this paper is enough to put Margaret Wallace into undisputed possession of a quarter of a million of money?"
"It would have been if I hadn't married you; my marriage has made it so much waste-paper. You may tear it up, or keep it if you please; it makes no difference. I intend to make another will."
"What are you going to put in it?"
"Exactly what's in that, only the date will be different. It's the date in that which renders it nugatory."
"Aren't you going to leave me anything?"
"Why should I?"
"Dr. Twelves told me that if I married you I should have twenty thousand pounds."
"I'm not responsible for what Dr. Twelves may assert."
"You are--in a way, and you know it. Because he only brought me up so that you might die in peace, and, I expect, at your own express command."
Mr. Grahame was silent, possibly considering her words.