The new will was brought to her, and was duly signed and witnessed. She locked it away with the former one, and with other business papers, in a table-drawer in her bedroom. She was prepared now for any emergency; but, in her heart, she was far from satisfied, and, in the solitude of the thoughts of age, she weighed the two young men against each other with a sincere desire to judge them aright. All the settled convictions, and all the saddest experiences of her life, told against Guy. All her affection, all her inclination, swayed towards Godfrey. And yet, angry as she was with her elder nephew, the tones of his voice, the set of his mouth when he had spoken his mind to her, recurred to her keen judgment, and she doubted still. On the day after the signing of the new will, she received the following answer to her note to Guy. "Mill House, Ingleby,-- "September 16. "Dear Aunt Margaret,-- "I shall not, of course, invite my friend to stay in your house again, now that I am aware of your sentiments on the subject; but I will avail myself of your permission to leave matters as they stand for the present, as I should be unwilling to involve myself in so ludicrous an explanation. Family feuds appear to me entirely out of date. I fear I shall not be able to come over to Waynflete at present, as I cannot leave Staunton, and you probably will not care to see him there. "Your affectionate nephew,-- "Guy Waynflete." This judicious and conciliatory epistle was put away by Mrs Waynflete, with the two wills in her table-drawer. It appeared to her that Guy, with a frivolity not new in her experience, scorned the sentiments and the convictions which had ruled her life. PART TWO, CHAPTER THREE. MINISTERS OF GRACE. Cuthbert Staunton took Guy up to London to the house in Kensington to be inspected by a well-known doctor, who was also a personal friend of his own. Guy despatched his petulant little note to his aunt before he started, and, perhaps, it was edged by his own discomfort, for he could hardly endure to be the subject of discussion and inquiry, and, the immediate effect of the night at Waynflete having passed off, held himself with difficulty to his resolution. "You may trust me to tell him nothing against your wish," said Staunton, beforehand. "I don't think you could tell him much," said Guy, oddly. "But," he added, "I wish to tell him that I am afraid of the brandy." The man of science, when told that he suffered from palpitations and exhaustion after any "nervous strain," the expression substituted by Cuthbert for Guy's straightforward "when I am frightened," and also of this means of remedy, made due examination of him, and asked various questions, eliciting that he was easily tired, and that his heart did throb sometimes after over-fatigue or over-hurry, "but not to signify at all, that didn't matter." And could he foretell when periods of nervous excitement were likely to occur, so as to avoid them?