“Oh no, thank you; all my luggage will go easily on a cab. Are you in a hurry to leave, Mr. Tytherleigh?”
“Oh no, Miss Eden, my time is at your disposal”; and he sat down again to await her commands.
“I should so like to ask you something,” she said. “For the last few hours I have scarcely known what was happening to me, and I feel—a little bewildered at being left alone with this cheque-book and money. And then, whose money is it, Mr. Tytherleigh—you can tell me that, I suppose?”
“Why, I should say your own, Miss Eden, else—you could hardly have it to spend.”
“But how is it mine? I forgot to ask my brother today to explain some things in a letter I had from him last night. He wishes me to be guided by Mr. Travers, and says that what I receive does not come from him, but from my father.”
“Quite right,” said the other with confidence.
“But, Mr. Tytherleigh, you told me some days ago that no money was left to my mother or to anyone belonging to her.”
“Ah, yes, it does seem a little contradictory, Miss Eden. I was quite correct in what I told you, and—for the rest, you must of course take your brother's word.”
“Yes; but what am I to understand—can you not explain it all to me?”
“Scarcely,” he returned, with the regulation solicitor smile. “I think I have heard that Mr. Travers will see you himself before long. Perhaps he will make it clear to you, for I confess that it must seem a little puzzling to you just now.”