"I say nothing," rejoined Pash, putting on his hat and hopping to the door. "Mr. Lemuel Krill did not honor me with his confidence so far. He came here, over twenty years ago and began business. I was then younger than I am, and he gave me his business because my charges were moderate. I know all about him as Aaron Norman," added Pash, with emphasis, "but as Lemuel Krill I, knowing nothing but the name, can say nothing. Nor do I want to. Young people," ended the lawyer, impressively, "let sleeping dogs lie." "What do you mean?" asked Sylvia, looking startled. "Nothing--he means nothing," interposed Paul hastily, for the girl had undergone quite enough torments. "What about the change of name?" "Ah yes!" said the lawyer, inquiringly. "Will you call yourself Krill or Norman, Miss Sylvia?" "Seein' her name's to be changed to Beecot in a jiffy," cried Deborah, "it don't matter, and it sha'n't matter. You leave Krill and its old Baileys, if old Baileys there are in it, alone, my lovey, and be Miss Norman till the passon and the clark, and the bells and the ringers, and the lawr and the prophets turn you into the loveliest bride as ever was," and Deborah nodded vigorously. "I wish father had mentioned my name in his will," said Sylvia, in a low voice, "and then I should know what to call myself." Paul addressed the lawyer. "I know little about the legal aspect of this will"-- "This amateur will," said Pash, slightingly. "But I should like to know if there will be any difficulty in proving it?" "I don't think so. I have not gone through all the safes below, and may come across the marriage certificate of Miss Krill's--I beg pardon, Miss Norman's--mother and father. Then there's the birth certificate. We must prove that Miss Sylvia is the daughter of my late esteemed client." "What's that?" shouted Deborah. "Why, I knowed her mother as died. She's the daughter right enough, and--" "There's no need to shout," chattered Pash, angrily. "I know that as well as you do; I must act, however, as reason dictates. I'll prove the will and see that all is right." Then, dreading Deborah's tongue he hastily added "Good-day," and left the room. But he was not to escape so easily. Deborah plunged after him and made scathing remarks about legal manners all the way down to the door. Paul and Sylvia left alone looked and smiled and fell into one another's arms. The will had been read and the money left to the girl, thereby the future was all right, so they thought that Pash's visit demanded no further attention. "He'll do all that is to be done," said Paul. "I don't see the use of keeping a dog and having to bark yourself." "And I'm really a rich woman, Paul," said Sylvia, gladly. "Really and truly, as I am a pauper. I think perhaps," said Beecot, sadly, "that you might make a better match than--"