"She’s lookin’ so natural now," said Mrs. Bate, who had brought from the death-chamber the night-cap which had been put in readiness. The lacy frills of it were limp with the sea-damp and Mrs. Tom had offered to iron and goffer it. She was glad to do for her friend this last of many kindnesses. "Aw, poor soul, she’s at rest now. Gone out of a world of trouble. She’s best off where she’s to," said Aunt Louisa, in tones of conventional grief. "I wonder," began Mrs. William Brenton, who being in Trevorrick on a week-end visit to her sister-in-law, had accompanied her and was delighted to find herself in the midst of such interesting occurrences. Living at Polscore, and that only since her marriage, for she was a woman from up-country, she was not deeply versed in local gossip. She endeavoured to remedy this by asking questions but, as she was not noted for discretion, her gleanings were apt to be scanty. "I wonder if she’ve left any will?" Neither Mrs. Tom nor Mrs. Constantine looked up. The latter felt that after Leadville’s death the farm should come to one of her tall sons, to Freathy, Ern or Tremain; while Mrs. Tom was sure that her girls, being Mrs. Byron’s favourites, had the prior claim. "You ought to know if anybody do," said Aunt Louisa, snipping the thread of a finished hem and turning her grey eyes on Mrs. Tom. The neat precise old woman gave a general impression, in colourless face, smooth scanty braids and capable hands, of greyness. She was like water overhung by trees, a limpid stillness in which shadows moved. "Well," said Mrs. Tom carefully, "I don’t know. S’bina was very close wi’ money matters. She never let on to any one what she intend doin’." Aunt Louisa’s clear eyes moved thoughtfully from face to face. With the exception of Mrs. Tom she was far and away the cleverest woman in Trevorrick and she applied her wits—as do all of us, from scholar to ale-house gossip—to gathering stores of useless information. "Never ’eard tell of any will," she said, beginning to tack the seams of a skirt for little Rhoda, "and I never knawed of any lawyer comin’ ’ere to do anything about a will." "What you don’t knaw, my dear," said. Mrs. Bate, tactless but admiring, "is good for sore eyes;" and in this statement she voiced so conclusively the opinions of all present that the hopes of both Mrs. Con and Mrs. Tom sank. If there were no will Leadville would inherit and there was no reason he should leave it to a Rosevear. In all probability he would marry again and rear a family. Mrs. Tom thought fleetingly of his infatuation for Gray and what might have been. "Goodness!" said Mrs. Brenton cheerfully. "There’ll be pretty ole capers if everything’s left to Mr. Byron. ’E’ll be turnin’ the place upside down. ’E’ll be tellin’ us all ’ow to farm. Continuous croppin’ ’e call it, but my maister say ’better leave things as they be and not make work when there’s no need for it.’ ’E don’t believe in these new-fangled ways."