"Hold your tongue, Jane," struck in her husband crossly. "You're always thinking of frocks and frills. But I agree with you this will is dreadful. I am not going to sit under such a beastly sell you know," he added, turning to Jarwin. "I shall contest the will." The lawyer coughed dryly and smiled. "As you are not mentioned in the testament, Lord Garvington, I fail to see what you can do." "Hum! hum! hum!" Garvington was rather disconcerted. "But Agnes can fight it." "Why should I?" questioned the widow, who was very pale and very quiet. "Why should you?" blustered her brother. "It prevents your marrying again." "Pardon me, it does not," corrected Mr. Jarwin, with another dry cough. "Lady Agnes can marry any one she chooses to, save--" His eyes rested on the calm and watchful face of Lambert. The young man colored, and glancing at Agnes, was about to speak. But on second thoughts he checked himself, as he did not wish to add to the embarrassment of the scene. It was the widow who replied. "Did Sir Hubert tell you why he made such a provision?" she asked, striving to preserve her calmness, which was difficult under the circumstances. "Why, no," said Jarwin, nursing his chin reflectively. "Sir Hubert was always of a reticent disposition. He simply instructed me to draw up the will you have heard, and gave me no explanation. Everything is in order, and I am at your service, madam, whenever you choose to send for me." "But suppose I marry Mr. Lambert--" "Agnes, you won't be such a fool!" shouted her brother, growing so scarlet that he seemed to be on the point of an apoplectic fit. She turned on him with a look, which reduced him to silence, but carefully avoided the eyes of the cousin. "Suppose I marry Mr. Lambert?" she asked again. "In that case you will lose the money," replied Jarwin, slightly weary of so obvious an answer having to be made. "You have heard the will." "Who gets the money then?" This was another ridiculous question, as Jarwin, and not without reason, considered. "Would you like me to read the will again?" he asked sarcastically. "No. I am aware of what it contains." "In that case, you must know, madam, that the money goes to a certain person whose name is mentioned in a sealed envelope, now in my office safe." "Who is the person?" demanded Garvington, with a gleam of hope that Pine might have made him the legatee. "I do not know, my lord. Sir Hubert Pine wrote down the name and address, sealed the envelope, and gave it into my charge. It can only be opened when the ceremony of marriage takes place between--" he bowed again to Lady Agnes and this time also to Lambert. "Pine must have been insane," said Garvington, fuming. "He disguises himself as a gypsy, and comes to burgle my house, and makes a silly will which ought to be upset."