"True. I think of it night and day. But she ought to be provided for. And there's the boy!" "Who ought to be?" "My second wife." "I don't say to the contrary. But there is somebody else, who has a greater and prior claim upon you." "I know. My heart would be good to leave her all. But that would hardly be just. Poor Charlotte, how patient she has been!" "Ah, you threw off a good woman when you threw her off. And when you made that other infamous will, leaving her name out of it----" "It was Nave made it," interrupted Nash, as hotly as his wasted condition allowed him to speak. "He got another lawyer to draw it up, for look's sake--but he virtually made it. And, Todhetley, I must--I _must_ get another one made," he added, getting more and more excited; "and there's no time to be lost. If I die to-night that will would have to stand." With the morning light the Squire went off to Evesham, driving Bob and Blister, and saw the lawyer, Crow--an old gentleman with a bald head. The two shut themselves up in a private room, and it seemed as if they never meant to come out again. First of all, old Crow had to recover his astonishment at hearing Nash Caromel was living, and that took him some time; next, he had to get over his disinclination and refusal--to act again for Nash, and that took him longer. "Mind," said he at last, "if I do consent to act--to see the man and make his will--it will be done out of the respect I bore his father and his brother, and because I don't like to stand in the way of an act of justice. Mrs. Nash Caromel was here yesterday----" "Mrs. Nash Caromel!" interrupted the Squire, in a puzzle, for his thoughts had run over to Charlotte Nave. Which must have been very foolish, seeing she was in bed with a damaged head. "I speak of his wife," said the old gentleman, loftily. "I have never called any other woman Mrs. Nash Caromel. Her uncle, Tinkle, of Inkberrow, called about the transfer of some of his funded property, and she was with him. I respect that young woman, Squire Todhetley." "Ay, to be sure. So do I. Well, now, you will let me drive you back this afternoon, and you'll take dinner with me, and we'll go to Caromel's Farm afterwards. We never venture there before night; that Miss Gwinny Nave makes her appearance sometimes in the daytime." "It must be late in the afternoon then," said the lawyer, rather crossly--for he did not enter into the business with a good grace yet. "All the same to me," acquiesced the pater, pleased at having got his consent on any terms. And when the Squire drove in that evening just at the dinner-hour and brought Lawyer Crow with him, we wondered what was agate. Old Jacobson, who had called in, and been invited to stay by the mater, was as curious as anything over it, and asked the Squire aside, what he was up to, that he must employ Crow instead of his own man.