In the gates she swept past Torrey and his two clerks accompanying him as witnesses.

She understood; her face was anything but an index to her thoughts as she bowed and smiled graciously in response to the old judge's salutation.
* * * * * Torrey read the will to Hiram slowly, pausing after each paragraph for sign of approval or criticism.

But Hiram gave no more indication of his thought, by word or expression or motion, than if he had been a seated statue.

The reading came to an end, but neither man spoke.

The choir of birds, assembled in the great trees round the house, flooded the room with their evening melody.