“I've just been writing Mrs. Lander's will for her, and she's left all her property to Clementina, except five thousand apiece to the half-sister's three children.”
“I can't believe it!”
“Well,” said Milray, with his gentle smile, “I think that's safe ground for you. Mrs. Lander will probably have time enough to change her will as well as her mind several times yet before she dies. The half-sister's children may get their rights yet.”
“I wish they might!” said Miss Milray, with an impassioned sigh. “Then perhaps I should get Clementina—for a while.”
Her brother laughed. “Isn't there somebody else wants Clementina?
“Oh, plenty. But she's not sure she wants anybody else.”
“Does she want you?”
“No, I can't say she does. She wants to go home.”
“That's not a bad scheme. I should like to go home myself if I had one. What would you have done with Clementina if you had got her, Jenny?”
“What would any one have done with her? Married her brilliantly, of course.”