What will ?" asked Eustace.
"Listen, and you will hear." And Eustace did listen with open eyes and ears while Augusta, getting over her shyness as best she might, told the whole story of his uncle's death, and of the way in which he had communicated his testamentary wishes.
"And do you mean to tell me," said Eustace, astounded, "that you allowed him to have his confounded will tattooed upon your neck ?" "Yes," answered Augusta, "I did; and what is more, Mr.Meeson, I think that you ought to be very much obliged to me; for I daresay that I shall often be sorry for it." "I am _very_ much obliged," answered Eustace; "I had no right to expect such a thing, and, in short, I do not know what to say.

I should never have thought that any woman was capable of such a sacrifice for--for a comparative stranger." Then came another awkward pause.
"Well, Mr.Meeson," said Augusta, at last rising brusquely from her chair, "the document belongs to you, and so I suppose that you had better see it.

Not that I think that it will be of much use to you, however, as I see that 'probate had been allowed to issue,' whatever that may mean, of Mr.Meeson's other will." "I do not know that that will matter," said Eustace, "as I heard a friend of mine, Mr.Short, who is a barrister, talk about some case the other day in which probate was revoked on the production of a subsequent will." "Indeed!" answered Augusta, "I am very glad to hear that.

Then, perhaps, after all I have been tattooed to some purpose.

Well; I suppose you had better see it," and with a gesture that was half shy and half defiant she drew the lace shawl from her shoulders, and turned her back towards him so that he might see what was inscribed across it.
Eustace stared at the broad line of letters which with the signatures written underneath might mean a matter of two millions of money to him.
"Thank you," he said at last, and, taking up the lace shawl, he threw it over her again.
"If you will excuse me for a few minutes, Mr.Meeson," interrupted Lady Holmhurst at this point; "I have to go to see about the dinner," and before Augusta could interfere she had left the room.
Eustace closed the door behind her, and turned, feeling instinctively that a great crisis in his fortunes had come.