Ralph Mainwaring looked curiously at his cousin through half-closed eyes.

“I suppose,” he remarked, very deliberately, “that even in case there were no will the property would revert to our branch of the family; we are the nearest of kin, you know.”

“Yes, I know your family would be considered the lawful heirs,” Hugh Mainwaring replied, while he and Mr. Whitney exchanged glances; “but this is not England; here any common adventurer might come forward with some pretended claim against the estate, and I prefer to see affairs definitely settled in my own way.”

“Of course,” responded the other, resuming his cigar.  “Well, speaking for myself, I am more than willing to relinquish any share I might have had for the boy’s sake, and I don’t suppose, Thornton, that you have any objections to raise on Edith’s account.”

“Oh, no, no,” replied that gentleman, with a pleasant laugh.  “I never considered Hugh a bad son-in-law to begin with, but I’ll admit he is a little more attractive now than ever.”

The little clock on the marble mantel chimed the hour of four, causing a general movement of surprise. “’Pon my soul! had no idea it was that late,” exclaimed Mr. Thornton, taking out his watch, while Hugh Mainwaring, touching an electric button, replied,-

“This business has detained us much longer than I anticipated.  I will give some instructions to the head clerk, and we will leave at once.”

He had scarcely finished speaking, when a door opened noiselessly and a middle-aged man appeared.

“Parsons,” said Mr. Mainwaring, addressing him in quick, incisive tones, “I am going out to Fair Oaks, and probably shall not be at the office for two or three days, unless something of unusual importance should demand my presence.  Refer all business callers to Mr. Elliott or Mr. Chittenden.  Any personal calls, if specially important, just say that I can be found at Fair Oaks.”

Parsons bowed gravely, and after a few further instructions retired.

“Now, Mr. Whitney,” Hugh Mainwaring continued, at the same time touching another electric button, “you, of course, will be one of our party at Fair Oaks; my secretary will accompany us, and the papers will be drawn up to-morrow in my private library, after which you will do us the honor to join us in the pleasures of the following day.”

“I am at your service, Mr. Mainwaring,” responded the attorney; “but,” he added, in low tones, intended only for Hugh Mainwaring’s ear, but which were heard distinctly by the private secretary, now standing beside the desk, “would it not be better to draw up the will here, in your private office?  My presence at the house on the present occasion might attract attention and arouse some suspicions as to your intentions.”

“That makes no difference,” replied Hugh Mainwaring, quickly, but also speaking in a low tone; “my private papers are all at the house, and I choose that this business shall be conducted there.  I believe that I am master in my own house yet.”