“Have you written the last words, sir?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Lecount leaned across the table and offered Noel Vanstone her hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Noel,” she said.  “The five thousand pounds is the acknowledgment on your father’s side of what I have done for him.  The words in the will are the acknowledgment on yours.”

A faint smile flickered over his face for the first time.  It comforted him, on reflection, to think that matters might have been worse.  There was balm for his wounded spirit in paying the debt of gratitude by a sentence not negotiable at his banker’s.  Whatever his father might have done, he had got Lecount a bargain, after all!

“A little more writing, sir,” resumed Mrs. Lecount, “and your painful but necessary duty will be performed.  The trifling matter of my legacy being settled, we may come to the important question that is left.  The future direction of a large fortune is now waiting your word of command.  To whom is it to go?”

He began to writhe again in his chair.  Even under the all-powerful fascination of his wife the parting with his money on paper had not been accomplished without a pang.  He had endured the pang; he had resigned himself to the sacrifice.  And now here was the dreaded ordeal again, awaiting him mercilessly for the second time!

“Perhaps it may assist your decision, sir, if I repeat a question which I have put to you already,” observed Mrs. Lecount.  “In the will that you made under your wife’s influence, to whom did you leave the surplus money which remained at your own disposal?”

There was no harm in answering the question now.  He acknowledged that he had left the money to his cousin George.

“You could have done nothing better, Mr. Noel; and you can do nothing better now,” said Mrs. Lecount.  “Mr. George and his two sisters are your only relations left.  One of those sisters is an incurable invalid, with more than money enough already for all the wants which her affliction allows her to feel.  The other is the wife of a man even richer than yourself.  To leave the money to these sisters is to waste it.  To leave the money to their brother George is to give your cousin exactly the assistance which he will want when he one day inherits his uncle’s dilapidated house and his uncle’s impoverished estate.  A will which names the admiral your executor and Mr. George your heir is the right will for you to make.  It does honor to the claims of friendship, and it does justice to the claims of blood.”

She spoke warmly; for she spoke with a grateful remembrance of all that she herself owed to the hospitality of St. Crux.  Noel Vanstone took up another pen and began to strip the second quill of its feathers as he had stripped the first.

“Yes,” he said, reluctantly, “I suppose George must have it—­I suppose George has the principal claim on me.”  He hesitated:  he looked at the door, he looked at the window, as if he longed to make his escape by one way or the other.  “Oh, Lecount,” he cried, piteously, “it’s such a large fortune!  Let me wait a little before I leave it to anybody.”