, but
before I go hence I want to give back what was entrusted to me."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"I mean my money, my wealth; I wish to return it to God."

"Have you not made your will? It is always right that we should leave
our affairs in perfect order."

"I wish to make a fresh will, and at once. My lawyer, Mr. Wiltshire, has
come and gone. He wanted me to sign a codicil which would have been
wicked. God did not wish it, so He took my strength away. I could not
sign the codicil, but now I can sign a fresh will which may be made. If
I dictate a fresh will to you, and I put my proper signature, and two
nurses sign it, will it be legal?"

"Quite legal," replied the clergyman.

"I will tell you my wishes. Get paper."

The minister crossed the room, took a sheet of paper from a table which
stood in the window, and prepared to write.

Mrs. Aylmer's eyes were bright, her voice no longer trembling, and she
spoke quickly.

"I, Susan Aylmer, of Aylmer's Court, Shropshire, being quite in my right
mind, leave, with the exception of a small legacy of fifty pounds a year
to my sister-in-law, Mrs. Aylmer, of Dawlish, all the money I possess to
two London hospitals to be chosen by my executor.--Have you put _all_
the money I possess?" she enquired.

"Yes; but is your will fair?" he said. "Have you no other relations to
whom you ought to leave some of your wealth?"

"I give all that I possess back to God. He gave me my wealth, and He
shall have it again," repeated Mrs. Aylmer; and she doubtless thought
she was doing a noble thing.

This brief will was signed without any difficulty by the dying woman and
attested by the two nurses. Two hours later, the rich woman left her
wealth behind her and went to meet her God.

CHAPTER XLIII.

MRS. AYLMER'S WILL.

Nothing would induce Florence to go to Aylmer's Court and Mrs. Aylmer
the less, in great distress of mind, was forced to remain with her in
her flat that evening.

Florence gave her the very best that the flat contained, sleeping
herself on the sofa in her sitting-room.

Mrs. Aylmer sat up late and talked and talked until she could talk no
longer. At last Florence got her into bed, and then went to visit Edith
in her room.

"You don't look well," said Edith; "your engagement has not improved
you. What is the matter?"

"I don't exactly know what is the matter," said Florence. "I am worried
about mother's visit. My aunt, Mrs. Aylmer, is dyin