"He did. I wrote it from his dictation, word for word as he told
me. I wrote it yesterday afternoon. He read it through, and kept
it under his pillow all night. He signed it this morning."
"It seems odd that, after completing such a will as this, he
should have immediately died--in such a manner. If he could come
to life again I wonder what he'd say."
"Give me that will, if you please, Dr. Twelves."
"Hadn't I better hand it to his lawyer for safe keeping?"
"His lawyer? His lawyer is now my lawyer; I will give all
necessary instructions. The will will be in safe keeping with
me. Give it me at once." He gave it her. "What have you in your
other hand? Some more property of mine?"
"It is the miniature of the woman he loved best in the world.
Don't you think it might go with him, in his coffin, to the
grave?"
"Give it me. I will give all necessary instructions, as I have
already told you. Your interference is not desired, nor will it
be tolerated. To be quite frank with you, Dr. Twelves--it is
always my desire to be frank and open--I have endured too much
from you already; I will endure nothing more. The less I see, or
hear, of you in the future the better I shall be pleased, since
you are, in all respects, the most objectionable person I ever
met. Don't you venture to intrude yourself again; if medical
attendance is required it will be obtained elsewhere. I
am now the mistress of this house--since there is no master,
its mistress in the most literal sense. Everything is
mine--everything. Be so good as to bear that in mind."
He looked at her, and smiled.
"I am not likely to forget that--ever."
She did not know which she liked least--his tone, his look, or
his smile.
BOOK II
THE WIDOW
CHAPTER XV
"THE GORDIAN KNOT"
Mr. Talfourd twiddled the bunch of La France roses between his
fingers with a smile which was scarcely one of satisfaction.
They were very fine roses--in just that stage of bursting bud in
which the La France is seen at its best. In London La France
roses cost money, even when they are poor examples of their
kind; those were good enough for exhibition. There were a great
many of them, and they were tied about with a beautiful green
ribbon, in charming contrast with the blooms. They had probably
cost some one at least half a sovereign. They were for him; they
had cost him nothing; yet they did not seem to afford him
pleasure.
The fact was he was puzzled. He did not quite know what to make
of the situation; what he did understand he did not like.
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