Mrs Waynflete, however, kept no count of his movements; she took no notice till the first train the next morning brought over the Ingleby stable-boy with Rawdie, Godfrey's bag, and a note from Guy, in which he stated that he would not be able to come to Waynflete at present, as he was going on "a little outing" with Staunton. Godfrey felt certain that the little outing was to Moorhead, and when he read as a conclusion, "Cheer up, old boy; there's worse luck in the world than yours," he felt as if Guy was mocking his trouble. Mrs Waynflete was angry at the message. She thought Guy neglectful and indifferent to the place she loved so well. In those days, when the novelty of her surroundings destroyed her sense of accustomed comfort, she thought much. She was too good a woman of business to have left the future unprovided for, and she had long ago made a will in which the Waynflete property, together with certain investments, and half the share in the profits of Palmer Brothers was left to Guy, while the other half share made a fair younger son's portion for Godfrey. But now, how could she trust Guy, either with the property or with the business? Was he not too likely to ruin both? Could she rely on him to carry on the work she had so bravely begun? She distrusted him deeply, and he did nothing to remove her distrust. She had always kept her will in her own hands; it would be easy to destroy it. But then, if anything happened to her, everything would be in confusion. An idea occurred to her, which in its simplicity and independence attracted her strongly. She would have another will made, in which Godfrey's name was substituted for that of Guy, and then she would keep both at hand. At any moment it would be easy to destroy one of them, much easier than to alter it, or to draw out a new one in a hurry, and she would put Guy to certain tests, and judge him accordingly. She would drive into Rilston and see the solicitor there this very afternoon, for it struck her that she did not wish to explain the workings of her mind to the old family man of business who had made the will now in force. At luncheon-time she was unusually silent, while Jeanie questioned Godfrey as to the events of the day before, and at last remarked, as she cut up her peach, "How funny it is that Guy should be such friends with Mr Staunton!" "Why?" said Mrs Waynflete, abruptly. "Mr Staunton seems a very well-conducted young man." "Oh yes, aunt; but don't you know that he is descended from the wicked old Maxwell who ruined the Waynfletes. Constancy Vyner told us all about it. She said it was so interesting--to be friends with your hereditary foe." "What's that?" said the old lady. "I ought to have been told, Godfrey; it's a very singular fancy on the part of your brother." "Oh, I dare say Guy has very good reasons for the friendship," said Godfrey, sulkily.