After examining the documents, he asked her a few questions, to which she gave explicit answers.
"Now you should be able to decide what must be done," she said finally; "and I'm anxious about it.

I suppose that's natural." "You have plenty of friends," George reminded her consolingly.
Sylvia rose, and there was bitterness in her expression.
"Friends?
Oh, yes; but I've come back to them a widow, badly provided for--that's why I spent some months in Montreal before I could nerve myself to face them." Then her voice softened as she fixed her eyes on him.

"It's fortunate there are one or two I can rely on." Sylvia left him with two clear impressions: her helplessness, and the fact that she trusted him.

While he sat turning over the papers, his cousin and co-trustee came in.

Herbert Lansing was a middle-aged business man, and he was inclined to portliness.