"Mr Jessop," said the old lawyer gravely, "you have the remedy in your hands. There is no underhand work possible with a will like that. If you are dissatisfied, go and consult your own legal adviser. The will of course has to be proved, and in a very short time you will find it accurately copied at Somerset House. Under all the circumstances, as my deceased friend's trusted adviser, I cannot let it pass from my hands into yours. I think, gentlemen, the executors, you agree with my action." "Quite!" came in unison, in company with a murmur of approval from the old friends present. "Then my duties are at an end," said the solicitor, while Jessop stood panting, speechless, and biting his lips. "Clive Reed, my dear sir, I have made many wills in my time--" "And you influenced the old man in this," said Jessop. The lawyer shook his head and looked at the disappointed man tolerantly. "No, my dear sir. Your worthy, father was too strong-minded a man to be influenced. You have listened to his own clear, concise words and well-thought-out intentions. As I was going to say, my dear Clive Reed, I never made a will with whose principles I could more thoroughly coincide. God bless you, my dear boy! I congratulate you, and I know how well you will carry out poor old Grantham's wishes. Ah! Doctor," he continued sadly, "one dear old companion gone. Many's the good bottle of port we three cracked together in this room, and many's the sterling hour of enjoyment, rational and social, we had together." "Ay," said the Doctor, with tears in his eyes, "and our turn must come before long." "Yes! He half apologised to me for not putting you down for a big lump sum; but he said you did not want it, and he was favouring you in your children." "God bless me! I didn't want his money," said the Doctor warmly. "What's the use of money to me? But a hundred thousand pounds to Janet. Great heavens, what a sum!" "Yes, and in her husband's trust," said the old lawyer, with a tender, paternal smile, as he advanced to Janet, held out his hands, and she nestled with a sob to him, the old family friend, upon whose knee she had sat as a child scores of times. "Hah!" sighed the old man, patting her shoulder gently, "a woman grown, Janet, but still only the little girl to me. Bless you, my dear! May you be very happy!" "Happy!" she moaned, as Jessop engaged fiercely in conversation with some of the old family friends, and Clive stood silent and watchful, fighting against the horrible despair in his breast. "Yes, happy, my dear--eh, Doctor? We old fellows grow to think that death when it comes is not a horror, but a restful ending to a busy life, if we go down to the quiet grave loving and beloved, honoured, too, by all our friends." There was a subdued murmur of approval here, for the old lawyer had looked round as he spoke. "Come, come, wipe those pretty eyes."