The magnificent plans of the partners would have been a glorious tribute to romance had it not been for one fatal obstacle.  The trouble was that neither young Miss Ruthven nor young Mr. Browne knew that their grandfathers lived, much less that they owned an island in the South Seas.  Therefore it is quite natural that they could not have known they were expected to marry each other.  In complete but blissful ignorance that the other existed, the young legatees fell in love with persons unmentioned in the will and performed the highly commendable but exceedingly complicating act of matrimony.  This emergency, it is humane to suspect, had not revealed itself to either of the grandfathers.

Miss Ruthven, from motives peculiar to the head and not to the heart, set about to earn a title for herself.  Three months before the death of Mr. Skaggs she was married to Lord Deppingham, who possessed a title and a country place that rightfully belonged to his creditors.  Mr. Browne, just out of college, hung out his shingle as a physician and surgeon, and forthwith, with all the confidence his profession is supposed to inspire, proceeded to marry the daughter of a brokerage banker in Boston and at once found himself struggling with the difficulties of Back Bay society.

A clause in the will, letter of instruction attached, demanded that the two grandchildren should take up their residence in the chateau within six months after the death of the testator, there to remain through the compulsory days of courtship up to and including the wedding day.  Four months had already passed.  It was also stipulated that the executors should receive L10,000 each at the expiration of their year of servitude, provided it was shown in court that they had carried out the wishes of the testator, or, in failing, had made the most diligent effort within human power.

“It is very explicit,” murmured Mr. Hare, for the third time.  “I suppose the first step is to notify young Mr. Browne of his misfortune.  His lordship has the task of breaking the news to Lady Deppingham.”

“You are assuming that I intend to act under this ridiculous will.”

“Certainly.  It means about $50,000 to you at the end of the year, with nothing to do but to notify two persons of the terms in the will.  If they’re not divorced and married again at the end of the year, you and Sir John simply turn everything over to the Malays or whatever they are.  It’s something like ‘dust to dust,’ isn’t it, after all?  I think it’s easy sledding for you.”

Mr. Bowen was eventually won over by Mr. Hare’s enthusiasm.  “Notifications” took wing and flew to different parts of the world, while many lawyers hovered like vultures to snatch at the bones should a war at law ensue.

Young Mr. Browne (he was hardly a doctor even in name) hastened downtown in response to a message from the American executor, and was told of the will which had been filed in England, the home land of the testator.  To say that this debonair, good-looking young gentleman was flabbergasted would be putting it more than mildly.  There is no word in the English language strong enough to describe his attitude at that perilous moment.