“Perhaps it is,” said Jaspar, coldly.  “Here is a rough draught of the will, which he wishes reduced to the usual form with all possible haste.  Will it take you long?”

“An hour or two.”

“I will wait, then, as he requested me to bring you with me on my return.”

“It shall be done with all possible haste.  There are cigars, and the morning papers.  Pray make yourself comfortable.”

Jaspar seated himself, and lit a cigar, without acknowledging his host’s courtesy, while Maxwell applied himself to the task before him.  The first part of the will was speedily written; but those parts which alluded to the testator’s daughter, foreshadowing the opulence that awaited her, he could not so easily pass over.  They were so strongly suggestive of the fortunate lot of him who should wed her, that he could scarcely proceed with the work.  An hour before, she had veiled his prospects in darkness; now he was preparing a will which would, at no distant day, place her in possession of a princely fortune.  His mind was so firmly fixed upon the attainment of this treasure that it refused to bend itself to the task before him.

Jaspar had finished his cigar, and began to be a little impatient.  Thrice he rose from his chair, and looked over the lawyer’s shoulder.

“This is an important paper,” said Maxwell, noticing Jaspar’s impatience, “and must be executed with great care.”

“So it is; but the colonel may die before you get it done,” observed Jaspar, coarsely, and with a crafty smile, which was not unnoticed by the attorney.

“O, no!  I hope not,” replied Maxwell, exhibiting the prototype of Jaspar’s smile.

A smile!  What is it?  What volumes are conveyed in a single smile!  It is the magnetic telegraph by which sympathetic hearts convey their untold and unmentionable purposes.  To the anxious lover it is the bearer of the first tidings of joy.  Long before the heart dare resort to coarse, material words, the smile carries the messages of affection.  To the villain it reveals the sympathetic purposes of his according fiend.  What the lead and line are to the pilot, the smile, the cunning, dissembling smile, is to the base mind.  By means of it he feels his way into the heart and soul of his supposed prototype.

Maxwell knew enough of human character to read correctly the meaning of Jaspar’s crafty smile.  The attorney had long known that he was cold and unfeeling, a bear in his deportment, and sadly lacking in common integrity; but that he was capable of bold and daring villany he had had no occasion to suspect.  As he turned to the document again, the base character of the uncle came up for consideration in connection with his suit to the niece.  Might not this circumstance open the way to the attainment of his grand purpose?

But, while he considers, let us turn our attention to the development of the history and circumstances of the Dumont family.