There was a space disclosed of some two feet in depth, divided by stout oaken shelves. On one of the shelves was a cash-box. There was nothing else within the space. The lawyer took out the cash-box, and brought it to the table. It was unlocked, and the lawyer drew from it my father's Will. I was disappointed that it contained no other papers. I cannot say what I expected to discover, but I had a vague hope that I might light upon some explanation of the mystery which had reigned in our home from my earliest remembrance. However, I made no remark on the subject to the lawyer. The Will was read in my mother's presence, the only other person in attendance, besides my mother, the lawyer, and myself, being Mrs. Fortress. It was very simple; the entire property was bequeathed to my mother; during her lifetime I was to reside at Rosemullion, and there was otherwise no provision made for me; but at her death, with the exception of a legacy to Mrs. Fortress, "for faithful and confidential service," I became sole heir. The only stipulation was that Rosemullion should not be sold. "I hope, Gabriel," said my mother, "that you are not dissatisfied." I replied that I was contented with the disposition my father had made of his property. "You can have what money you want," she said. "I shall want very little," I said. "You will remain here, Gabriel?" These words which, in her expression of them, were both a question and an entreaty, opened up a new train of thought. I set it aside a while, and said to my mother, "Is it your wish?" "Yes, Gabriel, while I live." "I will obey you, mother." "Gabriel," she said, "bend your head." Mrs. Fortress came forward as if with the intention of interposing, but I motioned her away, and she retired in silence, but kept her eyes fixed upon us. "You bear no ill-will towards me?" my mother whispered. "You do not hate me?" "No, mother," I replied, in a tone as low as her own. "What cause have I for ill-will or hatred? It would be monstrous." "Yes," she muttered, "it would be monstrous, monstrous!" And she turned from me, and lay with her face to the wall. Her form was shaken with sobs. Mrs. Fortress beckoned to me and I followed her to the door. "I will speak to you outside," she said. We stood in the passage, the door of my mother's bedroom being closed upon us. The lawyer, who had also left the room, stood a few paces from us. "It comes within my sphere of duty," said Mrs. Fortress, "to warn you that these scenes are dangerous to your mother. Listen." I heard my mother crying and speaking loudly to herself, but I could not distinguish what she said. "Remain here a moment," said Mrs. Fortress; "I have something more to say to you." She left me, and entered the bedroom, and in a short time my mother was quiet. Mrs. Fortress returned. "She is more composed." "You have a great power over her, Mrs. Fortress."