“Has he truly left me money?  If so, how much?” These mute questions were perpetually repeated.  “A hundred pounds?  Perhaps more than that.  He gave me two hundred when I married.  Suppose he has left me quite a lot of money.”

It was not market-day, and the town therefore was not at its best and brightest.  Nevertheless, the appearance of shops, pavements, and nicely dressed young ladies, had a most exhilarating effect on Mavis when, after putting up the horse and cart, Dale solemnly conducted her through the High Street to the solicitor’s office in Church Place.

The interview with Mr. Cleaver did not take long, although such weighty concerns were spoken of.  Dale sat on a chair near the wall, his hat held between his knees, his eyes lowered; while Mavis sat on a chair close to the solicitor, talking, flushing, throbbing, gradually ascending a scale of excitement so feverishly strong that it seemed as if it must eventually consume her just as fire consumes.

Mr. Barradine had left her two thousand pounds, and this sum was to be paid to her free of all duties.  The will had not yet been proved, but everything was in order and probate would be granted any day now; minor legacies would then immediately be cleared off; and, since Mavis would have no difficulty in satisfying the executors as to her identity, she might really consider the money as safe in her pocket.  Mr. Cleaver, having made this stimulating communication and described the formalities that she must fulfil, asked a few questions about certain of her relatives.

“Ruby Millicent Petherick.  That is a cousin of yours?  Yes.”  And he jotted down a note of any facts that Mavis could supply.  “Still a spinster.  About your own age, and living abroad.  Thank you.  That is all you can tell me?  There seems to be doubt as to her whereabouts.  Your aunt—­Mrs. John Edward Petherick—­does not know her address.  But she will no doubt present herself in due course.”

Then Mr. Cleaver indicated that he need not further detain them, and Dale, rising slowly and still looking at the crown of his hat, spoke for the first time and in a very ponderous way.

“This has come as a complete surprise to my wife.”

“Yes,” and the solicitor smiled, “but not by any means as an unpleasant surprise, Mr. Dale!”

“No, sir, naturally not.  My wife having been connected with the family since childhood would be naturally one to be thought of by the head of the family if wishful to benefit all old friends after he was called away.”

“Quite so,” said Mr. Cleaver.

“Will,” said Mavis, “we mustn’t waste Mr. Cleaver’s time by telling him our history;” and she gave a nervous fluttered laugh.

“Mr. Cleaver,” said Dale glumly, “will pardon me for desiring to learn how others stand, as well as yourself.”

“Oh, well,” said Mr. Cleaver, “I think it might be premature to go into matters that do not directly concern Mrs. Dale.”