“I do,” said he. “Good deeds always bring their reward. See what I got--twenty-three years hard labour in an orange grove.” “Hush, Quincy. There is no possible connection between the two events.” “I disagree with you. I think I am the connection, but I don't really think one caused the other.” “I should say not. You are not often cynical.” “I am not, dear. Only when one does a good deed he must not expect to be repaid in exactly his own coin.” “Did Mr. Scates offer to repay you?” “He did, and I told him to give it to some poor fellow who needed it.” “Quincy, I don't know which to admire most. Your good heartedness, or your ability to make one sum of money perform many good actions.” The home coming to Fernborough Hall was a sad contrast to the pleasure of the evening before. They found Aunt Ella in bed with two doctors in attendance. Though weak, and failing fast there was no diminution of her mental powers. She expressed a wish to see Quincy alone. “Quincy, your wife's faith has made a new woman of me. I have always wished to live for ever, I had such a fear of death and uncertainty as to the future. My fears are all gone. “The same Power that put me in this world and has given me so many blessings, with some sorrows, so that I would properly appreciate the blessings, will take care of me in the next. I have never been a wicked woman, but often a foolish one. The most foolish thing I have ever done was to doubt the faith your wife had that you were still alive. She's an angel. “Give me a sup of that wine, Quincy,” she continued, “I haven't smoked a cigarette since I promised Alice I wouldn't. Wasn't that self-denial? Now, there's a very important matter that needs attention. I told you when you married Alice that when I died you should have everything. Don't interrupt me. Believing you were dead I made a new will and left everything to your son.” She drew a paper from under the bedclothes. “Here it is. Burn it up. The other one is in the hands of my solicitor in London.” Quincy laid the will upon the bed. “Aunt Ella, I shall not burn the will nor destroy it. I am satisfied with the disposition of your fortune. I should have been equally well satisfied if you had possessed other heirs. But, did you leave your property to Quincy Adams Sawyer Junior?” Aunt Ella's eyes snapped with some of their old fire. “I've got it right. I have described my heir so carefully that there can be no mistake. Don't you imagine that there is a chance for you to break my will.” There was a smile on her face as she spoke, and Quincy smiled to show that he did not misunderstand her pleasantry. As he turned to go, Aunt Ella called: “Quincy!” He approached the bed again. “Another sip of that wine. I always liked wine--but not too much of it.”