“Well, you ought to know better than me, sir,” said Norris; “but I fancy you're mistaken. I always understood my old master didn't wish his wife to marry again, and I concluded he would take precautions to prevent her doing so.”
“I wouldn't advise you to make such observations as those to any one but me, Norris,” said Carteret.
“Not even to Mr. Chetwynd, or Miss Mildred, sir?”
“I see what you are driving at, Norris; but you had better hold your tongue, and keep quiet; you'll do yourself no good by meddling in what does not concern you. Things are by no means settled. Most certainly, the marriage won't take place at present. Very likely it may not take place at all. But if it does, the testamentary directions will be strictly carried out.”
“That's all I wished to know, sir,” replied the butler. “I won't say a word more to any one.”
And he attended Mr. Carteret to the door, where the solicitor's mail-phaeton was waiting for him.
IV. A LETTER PROM LORD COURLAND.
On quitting the cabinet, the door of which was locked, and, taking the key with her, Mrs. Calverley went out into the garden, looking, apparently, quite cheerful, though she had an anxious breast, and had just sat down on a lawn chair, when a letter that had arrived by post was brought her by Laura.