"I hope so," said Frank, gravely.

At three o'clock the members of the family, with a few outside friends,
gathered in the drawing room. The family solicitor, Mr, Ferret, held in
his hand what purported to be the last will of Mrs. Manning.

The widowed husband had directed the lawyer to the bureau of the
deceased lady as likely to contain her will. It was found without
trouble in the topmost drawer.

Deborah and the coachman had speculated as to whether they would be
invited to attend at the reading of the will.

Their doubts were set at rest by an invitation from Mr. Manning himself.

"You were so long in the service of my dear wife," he said, "that it is
fitting that you be present at the reading of her will, in which it is
quite probable that you may be personally interested."

"He is uncommonly polite, I am sure," thought Deborah, disposed for the
moment to think more favorably of the man whom she had never been able
to like.

"My friends," said the lawyer, after a preliminary cough, "you are
assembled to listen to the will of Mrs. Manning, just deceased. The
document which I hold in my hand I believe to be such an instrument. I
will now open if for the first time."

He untied the ribbon, and began reading the will.