Maxwell considered the will and his own position, while Jaspar lit another cigar.  Each was striving to penetrate the thoughts of the other, but neither had the boldness to enter upon the subject which occupied his mind.  The lawyer wanted the lady and the fortune, and he had an undefined purpose of obtaining them through the agency of Jaspar, who wanted only the fortune, and had a decided anticipation of being able to retain the attorney in his service.  Neither knew the purposes of the other; but each wanted the assistance of the other.

Maxwell, with an absent mind, perused and reperused the first page of Colonel Dumont’s instructions.  Without a purpose he turned the leaf, and his attention was attracted by the name of his formidable rival, Henry Carroll.  He read, with astonishment, a bequest to him of fifty thousand dollars.  If it needed anything to complete his discomfiture, this was sufficient.  He began to think Colonel Dumont was in his dotage.  He had scarcely heard of Captain Carroll until his return from Mexico, and now he was a legatee in the will of a millionaire.  With much anxiety he completed the reading of the instructions, fearful that he should find the young officer’s name in connection with Emily’s.  To his great relief he found no such allusion, and again he applied himself to the task of writing out the will.

Jaspar smoked his cigar, glanced occasionally at the newspaper, and stared out of the window.  He was evidently lost to all around him, in the workings of his own mind.  Now his thoughts seemed to excite him, for his eye glared with an unusual lustre, and his thin lips moved, as if they would disclose the operations of his mind.  “Will he do it?” muttered he.  “He shall do it, or by ——­ he shall suffer!  I have the means of compelling him.  I will use them.”

Apparently satisfied with his conclusion, he rose hastily and approached the attorney.  A smooth smile—­an unwonted expression on his features—­seemed to come on demand.  Again he looked over the lawyer’s shoulder.  He saw the name of Henry Carroll, and his former severe expression returned, and his frame was stirred by angry emotions.  A half-suppressed oath did not escape the quick ear of the attorney, and he turned to observe the face of his companion.  He read at a glance the dissatisfaction which the will occasioned.  The reason was plain; and, with the intention of drawing out Jaspar’s views, he addressed him.

“This Carroll is a lucky fellow,” said he.

“The devil is always the luckiest fellow in the crowd,” growled Jaspar, with an oath.

“You are right, sir,” returned Maxwell, pleased to see no better feeling between his rival and the uncle.

“But who is this Carroll?” said he.

“A hungry cub, whom the colonel has helped along in the world.”

“Well, he has proved himself a brave and skilful officer, and reflects credit on your brother’s judgment in the selection of a protege,” returned Maxwell, adroitly.