"I'll not tell Tynn," she soliloquised--she and Tynn being somewhat inclined to take opposite sides of a question, in social intercourse--"and I'll not say a word to my mistress. I'll go straight off now and give it into the hands of Mr. Lionel. What a blessed thing!--If he should be come into his own!" The inclosed paved court before Lady Verner's residence had a broad flower-bed round it. It was private from the outer world, save for the iron gates, and here Decima and Lucy Tempest were fond of lingering on a fine day. On this afternoon of Mary Tynn's discovery, they were there with Lionel. Decima went indoors for some string to tie up a fuchsia plant, just as Tynn appeared at the iron gates. She stopped on seeing Lionel. "I was going round to the other entrance, sir, to ask to speak to you," she said. "Something very strange has happened." "Come in," answered Lionel. "Will you speak here, or go indoors? What is it?" Too excitedly eager to wait to go indoors, or to care for the presence of Lucy Tempest, Mrs. Tynn told her tale, and handed the paper to Lionel. "It's the missing codicil, as sure as that we are here, sir." He saw the official-looking nature of the document, its great seal, and the superscription in his uncle's handwriting. Lionel did not doubt that it was the codicil, and a streak of scarlet emotion arose to his pale cheek. "You don't open it, sir!" said the woman, as feverishly impatient as if the good fortune were her own. No. Lionel did not open it. In his high honour, he deemed that, before opening, it should be laid before Mrs. Verner. It had been found in her house; it concerned her son. "I think it will be better that Mrs. Verner should open this, Tynn," he quietly said. "You won't get me into a mess, sir, for bringing it out to you first?" Lionel turned his honest eyes upon her, smiling then. "Can't you trust me better than that? You have known me long enough." "So I have, Mr. Lionel. The mystery is, how it could ever have got into that shirt-drawer!" she continued. "I can declare that for a good week before my master died, up to the very day that the codicil was looked for, the shirt-drawer was never unlocked, nor the key of it out of my pocket." She turned to go back to Verner's Pride, Lionel intending to follow her at once. He was going out at the gate when he caught the pleased eyes of Lucy Tempest fixed on him. "I am so glad," she simply said. "Do you remember my telling you that you did not look like one who would have to starve on bread-and-cheese." Lionel laughed in the joy of his heart. "I am glad also, Lucy. The place is mine by right, and it is just that I should have it." "I have thought it very unfair, all along, that Verner's Pride should belong to _her_ husband, and not to you, after--after what she did to you," continued Lucy, dropping her voice to a whisper.