‘And he has left Ashwood to Mr. Price, is not that his name?’ she said, abruptly.
‘Yes; he has left Ashwood to Mr. Price.’
‘And when did he make this new will?’
‘I think it is just about a month ago.’
Emily leaned forward, and her great eyes, full of light and sorrow, were fixed in space, her little pale hands linked, and the great mass of chestnut hair slipping from the comb. She was, in truth, at that moment the subject of a striking picture, and she was even more impressive when she said, speaking slowly: ‘Then that old man was even wickeder than I thought. Oh, what I have learned in the last three or four weeks! Oh, what wickedness, what wickedness!... But go on,’ she said, looking at Mr. Grandly; ‘tell me all.’
‘I suppose there was some very serious reason, but on that point Mr.
