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"Dear, dear!" said sister Martha, not meaning to be audible, but driven

to some articulation under this pressure of dates.

"I shall begin by reading the earlier will," continued Mr. Standish,

"since such, as appears by his not having destroyed the document, was

the intention of deceased."

The preamble was felt to be rather long, and several besides Solomon

shook their heads pathetically, looking on the ground: all eyes avoided

meeting other eyes, and were chiefly fixed either on the spots in the

table-cloth or on Mr. Standish's bald head; excepting Mary Garth's.

When all the rest were trying to look nowhere in particular, it was

safe for her to look at them. And at the sound of the first "give and

bequeath" she could see all complexions changing subtly, as if some

faint vibration were passing through them, save that of Mr. Rigg. He

sat in unaltered calm, and, in fact, the company, preoccupied with more

important problems, and with the complication of listening to bequests

which might or might not be revoked, had ceased to think of him. Fred

blushed, and Mr. Vincy found it impossible to do without his snuff-box

in his hand, though he kept it closed.

The small bequests came first, and even the recollection that there was

another will and that poor Peter might have thought better of it, could

not quell the rising disgust and indignation. One likes to be done

well by in every tense, past, present, and future. And here was Peter

capable five years ago of leaving only two hundred apiece to his own

brothers and sisters, and only a hundred apiece to his own nephews and

nieces: the Garths were not mentioned, but Mrs. Vincy and Rosamond were

each to have a hundred. Mr. Trumbull was to have the gold-headed cane

and fifty pounds; the other second cousins and the cousins present were

each to have the like handsome sum, which, as the saturnine cousin

observed, was a sort of legacy that left a man nowhere; and there was

much more of such offensive dribbling in favor of persons not

present--problematical, and, it was to be feared, low connections.

Altogether, reckoning hastily, here were about three thousand disposed of.

Where then had Peter meant the rest of the money to go--and where the

land? and what was revoked and what not revoked--and was the revocation

for better or for worse? All emotion must be conditional, and might turn

out to be the wrong thing. The men were strong enough to bear up and

keep quiet under this confused suspense; some letting their lower lip

fall, others pursing it up, according to the habit of their muscles.

But Jane and Martha sank under the rush of questions, and began to cry;

poor Mrs. Cranch being half moved with the consolation of getting any

hundreds at all without working for them, and half aware that her share

was scanty; whereas Mrs. Waule's mind was entirely flooded with the

sense of being an own sister and getting little, while somebody else

was to have much. The general expectation now was that the "much"

would fall to Fred Vincy, but the Vincys themselves were surprised when

ten thousand pounds in specified investments were declared to be

bequeathed to him:--was the land coming too? Fred bit his lips: it was

difficult to help smiling, and Mrs. Vincy felt herself the happiest of

women--possible revocation shrinking out of sight in this dazzling

vision.