'Oh no, ma foi--I have heard nothing; but if the doctor came, it was not
because he was quite well.'

'But that doctor is a doctor in theology, I fancy. I know he is a
Swedenborgian; and papa is so well, he _could_ not have come as a
physician.'

'I am very glad, ma chère, to hear; but still you know your father is
old man to have so young cheaile as you. Oh, yes--he is old man, and so
uncertain life is. 'As he made his will, my dear? Every man so rich as he,
especially so old, aught to 'av made his will.'

'There is no need of haste, Madame; it is quite time enough when his health
begins to fail.'

'But has he really compose no will?'

'I really don't know, Madame.'

'Ah, little rogue! you will not tell--but you are not such fool as you
feign yourself. No, no; you know everything. Come, tell me all about--it is
for your advantage, you know. What is in his will, and when he wrote?'

'But, Madame, I really know nothing of it. I can't say whether there is a
will or not. Let us talk of something else.'

'But, cheaile, it will not kill Monsieur Ruthyn to make his will; he will
not come to lie here a day sooner by cause of that; but if he make no will,
you may lose a great deal of the property. Would not that be pity?'