"If I had needed any proof that he was right about what he did with his own," she went on, "I'd have found it in your face and in what you just said to your sister.

Go to the glass there, boy! Look at your face and remember your words!" Young Hargrave left the room, went to the garden where they could see him from the windows and call him if they wished.

Arthur hung his head before his mother's gaze.

"It isn't _his_ will," he muttered.

"Father in his right mind would never have made such a will." "He never would have made such a will if his children had been in their right mind," replied his mother sternly; and sternness they had never before seen in those features or heard in that voice.