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CHAPTER II.-3
"Yes, sir?" persisted Mrs. Lecount. "The first thing is—" "Yes, sir?" "The first thing is, to—to make some provision for You?" He spoke the last words in a tone of plaintive interrogation—as if all hope of being met by a magnanimous refusal had not deserted him even yet. Mrs. Lecount enlightened his mind on this point, without a moment's loss of time. "Thank you, Mr. Noel," she said, with the tone and manner of a woman who was not acknowledging a favor, but receiving a right. He took another bite at the quill. The perspiration began to appear on his face. "The difficulty is," he remarked, "to say how much." "Your lamented father, sir," rejoined Mrs. Lecount, "met that difficulty (if you remember) at the time of his last illness?" "I don't remember," said Noel Vanstone, doggedly.
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