"My dear, histrionism is not becoming to you--especially without chiton, diploidion, and fillets. Either your Alma Mater is weak along lines of elocutionary training or you do it so little credit you never earned your diploma. Your pretty little prologue is as preposterous as the senseless limitations you are embracing so dramatically; but you are now fully of age--except in Mrs. Maurice's opinion--and since the inheritance is yours, not mine, you must accept the consequences of your own tragic avowal and tie up your hands for some years to come. At least I can congratulate you that all responsibility devolves upon so astute and experienced a trustee as Mr. Whitfield, who will watch over your interests till silver threads adorn your locks and you wear spectacles. Since this matter is settled, be so good as to spare me any--Come in, Aaron. What is it?" The butler had knocked twice, and now beckoned to some one behind him. "A boy with a despatch." The messenger held up the yellow telegram. "Senator Allison Kent." Very deliberately he wrote his name in the receipt book, pausing to trim the pencil tied to it; then, bowing to Mr. Whitfield, "With your permission," he opened the envelope. Eglah saw his face flush, and he coughed twice in a peculiar way she knew indicated deep annoyance. "Any answer, sir?" asked the boy. "Yes, but you must wait for it." He took up a pen, drummed with fingers of his left hand on the table, and rose. "As I find it necessary to consult a record before replying to this telegram, I must beg you, sir, to excuse me. I hope you will have time to enjoy some of our fine fruit to-day." At the door he called to the butler, standing in a side hall. "Aaron, order dinner at three o'clock, and the trap at four. I must take the 'cannon-ball train.'" He and the messenger disappeared, and after a moment Eglah withdrew her eyes from the vacant chair opposite, and turned to her guest. "I think you brought some papers you wish me to sign. May I do so now?" "When you have examined them, they must be signed in the presence of a notary public, whom you can find at my office, or, if you prefer, he shall come here." He laid a roll of type-written documents on the table and rose. "Shall I leave the box with you for to-day?" Impatiently she pushed it aside. "Take it away--keep it. I hope I may never set my eyes on it again." The brooding shadow on her pale, rigid face made the lawyer's blue eyes cloudy. "Dear child, I have always been the intimate friend of the Maurice family. I loved your sweet, young mother, and I hope you know I am willing to help you in every way possible, and that you will not hesitate to call upon me."