"Well, I'm glad I've had _some_ relations, even if I didn't know it."

"Now, we will come to the business, Miss Doane. Our client, the late
Elias Doane, was a very wealthy man, very wealthy indeed. His estate
amounts to many millions, and he has left a very curious will."

The lawyer opened a paper in his hand and commenced to read, but Mr.
Gale interrupted.

"Don't bother her with the will, Robert; she won't understand. Tell
her about it and give her the letter."

"Perhaps that is better, as the legal terms might be confusing. The
gist of the matter is this, Miss Doane. Our client, the late Elias
Doane, left the bulk of his money to the many charities in which he
is interested, but he left you his home at Brookvale, near New York
City, to be kept up fittingly out of the estate, and he gave you
outright, to use as you may see fit, one million dollars."

Drusilla stared at him. Then her faded old face turned as white as
the soft hair above it, and without a word she fell forward. For the
first time in her life Drusilla Doane had fainted.

Mr. Thornton caught her in his arms and Mr. Gale sprang for the
bell. Water and restoratives were brought, and within a few moments
Drusilla opened her eyes--and soon she remembered. She brushed back
her disarranged hair and laughed a soft, sweet little laugh.

"Well, I'm beginnin' well. All real ladies in story books faint when