a great deal of money. You can probably guess why she put off
executing it. She hoped her niece's marriage-settlement would come
first. But the old will remains, and is valid."

"Will you tell me its provisions?" asked Lashmar, deliberately.

"In confidence. It won't be made public till the executors--Sir William
Amys and Mr. Kerchever--have proved it. I never knew a more
public-spirited will. Hollingford gets a hospital, to be called the
Lady Ogram; very generously endowed. Rivenoak is to be sold, and the
proceeds to form a fund for a lot of Lady Ogram Scholarships. A
working-girl's home is to be founded in Camden Town (it seems she was
born there), and to be called Lady Ogram House. A lady named Mrs.
Gallantry, here at Hollingford, becomes trustee for a considerable sum
to be used in founding a training school for domestic servants--to be
named the Lady Ogram. Then there's a long list of minor charitable
bequests. All the servants are most liberally treated, and a few
friends in humble circumstances receive annuities. There is not much
fear of Lady Ogram being forgotten just yet, is there?"

"No, indeed," said Lashmar, with studious control of his voice.
"And"--he paused a moment--"is that all?"

"Let me see--Oh, I was forgetting. Some money is left to Miss Bride;
not to her absolutely, but in trust for certain purposes not specified."

Mrs. Toplady's smile had never been more eloquent of mischievous
pleasure. She was watching Lashmar as one watches a comedian on the
stage, without the least disguise of her amusement.

"I had heard something of that," said Dyce, the tension of whose
feelings began to show itself in a flush under the eyes. "Can you tell
me--"

"Oh," broke in the other, "I've forgotten a detail that will interest
you. In the entrance hall of the Lady Ogram Hospital is to be preserved
that beautiful bust which you have seen at the Rivenoak. By the bye,
there are odd stories about it. I hear that it was brought out of
concealment only the day before her death."

"Yes. I know nothing more about it. With regard to Miss Bride's
trusteeship--"

"Oh, and I forgot that Hollingford is to have a fine market-hall, on
condition that the street leading to it is called Arabella Street--her
name, you know."

"Oh, indeed!" murmured Dyce, and became mute.

Mrs. Toplady amused herself for a moment with observation of the play
of his muscles. She finished her tea.

"I'll have another cup, if you please.--O