'To me! Armorel gives me--me--the whole of this fortune?' Blank astonishment fell upon him. He stood staring--open-mouthed. 'To ME?' he repeated. 'To you. She does not, to be sure, know to whom she gives it. She is only desirous of restoring the jewels which she insists in believing to belong to Robert Fletcher's family. Therefore, as it would be obviously impossible to find out and to divide this fortune among all the descendants of Robert Fletcher, who are scattered about the globe, she was resolved to give them to the eldest descendant of the second daughter.' 'Oh!' Alec turned pale, and dropped into a chair, broken up. 'To the eldest descendant of the second--the second daughter. Then----' 'Then to you, as the only grandson of the second daughter--Frances.' 'The second daughter was----' He checked himself. He sighed. He sat up. His eyes, always small and too close together, grew smaller and closer together. 'The other branch of the family,' he said slowly, 'has vanished--as you say--it is scattered over the face of the globe. I do not know anything about my cousins--if I have any cousins. Perhaps when you have carried on the search a little further----' 'But I am not going to carry it on any further at all. Why should I? We have nothing more to learn. I am instructed by Armorel to give the rubies to you. It is a gift--not a right. It is not an inheritance, remember--it is a free gift. She says, "These rubies used to belong to Robert Fletcher. I will restore them to someone of his kin." You are that someone. Why should I inquire further?' 'Oh!' Alec sank back in his chair and closed his eyes as one who recovers from a sharp pang, and sighed deeply. 'If you are satisfied, then---- But if other cousins should turn up----' 'They will have nothing, because nobody is entitled to anything. Come Alec, my boy, you look a little overcome. It is natural. Pull yourself together, and look at the facts. You will have thirty-five thousand pounds--perhaps a little more. At four per cent.--I think I can put you in the way of getting so much with safety--you will have fourteen hundred a year. You will have that, apart from your literary and artistic income. It is not a gigantic fortune, it is true; but let me tell you that it is a very handsome addition indeed to any man's income. You will not be able to live in Kensington Palace Gardens, where your wife lived as a girl; but you can take a good house and see your friends, and have anything in reason. Well, that is all I have to say, except to congratulate you, which I do, my Alec'--he seized the fortunate young man's hand and shook it warmly--'most heartily. I do, indeed. You deserve your good luck--every bit of the good luck that has befallen you. Everybody who knows you will rejoice. And it comes just at the right moment--just when you have acknowledged your marriage and taken your wife home.'