"It's very kind of you," replied Nora coldly, "but I'm not inclined to
accept anything but what is legally due to me."

"You must remember," went on Mrs. Wickham, "that there'll be very heavy
death duties to pay. They'll swallow up the income from Miss Wickham's
estate for at least two years, won't they, Mr. Wynne?"

"I quite understand," said Nora.

"Perhaps you'll change your mind."

"I don't think so."

There was an awkward pause. Mr. Wynne rose from his seat at the table.
His manner showed unmistakably that he was not impressed by Mrs.
Wickham's great generosity.

"Well, I think I must leave you," he said, looking at Nora. "Good-by,
Miss Marsh. If I can be of any help to you I hope you'll let me know."

"That's very kind of you."

Bowing slightly to Mrs. Wickham and nodding to her husband, he went out.

"We must go, too, Dorothy," said James uneasily.

Mrs. Wickham began drawing on her gloves. "Jim will be writing to you in
a day or two. You know how grateful we both are for all you did for our
poor aunt. We shall be glad to give you the very highest references.
You're such a wonderful nurse. I'm sure you'll have no difficulty in