table, and sniffed at it with an air of gentle relish.
“Good Gilmore!” he said between the sniffs, “how very nice this is of you! How you reconcile one to human nature!”
“Give me a plain answer to a plain question, Mr. Fairlie. I tell you again, Sir Percival Glyde has no shadow of a claim to expect more than the income of the money. The money itself if your niece has no children, ought to be under her control, and to return to her family. If you stand firm, Sir Percival must give way—he must
me in a chaise. They did not see where I was standing, but they stopped near me, and spoke to a policeman on the other side of the way.”
She instantly suspended her employment. The hand holding the damp cloth with which she had been cleaning the inscription dropped to her side. The other hand grasped