All that night Paul paced his room in deep thought. The scene he had witnessed had stirred him more than a little; and it grieved him to his heart that he had so seriously disturbed the last moments of a dying man. "But I could not have hoodwinked him," he thought; "no honest man could. But to-morrow I'll prove to him that I am ready to help him in any way that I can. If he will only talk quietly, and keep his temper, he could surely suggest some more fitting heir than I; and the business details could be fairly quickly settled if I could take down his wishes and see his lawyer. He must yet have several days to live, I should think, with his extraordinary vitality of brain." At a very early hour the following morning, therefore, Paul presented himself again at the house in the square, with the request that he might have a short interview with the major. "Very sorry, sir," said Smith, with an added gloom of manner, "but my master's much worse; they don't think he'll live through the day. He was very restless last night; and nothing would satisfy him but that I should go off in the middle of the night and fetch Mr. Morgan--the lawyer as wrote to you, sir; but when I got him here my master had lost his power of speech. He knew Mr. Morgan quite well, but he could not make him understand what he wanted." "And now?" asked Paul, pitifully. "The doctor is just coming down the stairs, and will speak to you, sir." Paul went out into the hall to meet him. "How did you find the major?" Paul inquired. "Dead," replied the doctor, drawing on his gloves. "He died as I entered the room." CHAPTER III. FIRST IMPRESSIONS. "RUDHAM, Sunday Evening. "DEAR SALLY,