"I expect he will laugh. Is Dr. Twelves coming to-day?"
"He said something about it. If not, then he'll be here to-morrow. It will keep till then."
"Oh yes; it will keep till then."
"What are you waiting for? Why don't you bring the will? Don't I tell you I want to read it again?"
She went to the bed, the sheet of paper extended between her two hands.
"Here's your will, Mr. Grahame; by all means read it again."
He read it, once, twice, then again. Then he tried to speak. It seemed that his voice failed him. It was not pleasant to notice the stammer which seemed to mark his struggles for breath.
"What--what folly's this? That's not the will I signed."
Her eyes were dancing with laughter. There was a merry ring in her voice, as if she was in the enjoyment of an excellent joke.
"Oh yes, it is."