ection from the heirs," remarked Saunders, meaningly.
Whereupon Lady Agnes and Bobby came out of their stupor and protested
vigorously.

"Miss Pelham," said Britt, breaking in sharply, "I trust you are getting
all of this down. I wish to warn you, ladies and gentlemen, that _I_
expect to overthrow the will on the ground that there is insanity on
both sides. You'll oblige me by uttering just what you feel."

"Why, this is perfectly ridiculous," cried Lady Agnes. "Our souls are
not our own."

"Your minds are the only things I am interested in," said Britt calmly.

"My plan is very simple--" began Saunders helplessly.

"Demmed simple," growled Deppingham.

"We are living on an island where polygamy is practised and tolerated.
Why can't we take advantage of the custom and beat the natives at their
own game? That's the ticket!"

Of course, this proposition, simple as it sounded, brought forth a storm
of laughter and expostulation, but Saunders held his ground. He listened
to a dozen jeering remarks in patient dignity, and then got the floor
once more.

"You have only to embrace Mohammedanism or Paganism, or whatever it is,
temporarily. Just long enough to get married and comply with the terms.
Then, I daresay, you could resume your Christian doctrine once more,
after a few weeks, I'd say, and the case is won."

"I pay Lady Deppingham the compliment by saying that it would be most
difficult for me to become a Christian again," said Browne smoothly,
bowing to the flushed Englishwoman.

"How very sweet of you," she said, with a grimace which made Drusilla
shiver with annoyance.

"You don't need to live together, of course," floundered Saunders,
getting rather beyond his depth.

"Well, that's a concession on your part," said Mrs. Browne, a flash in
her eye.

"I never heard of such an asinine proposition," sputtered Deppingham.
Saunders went completely under at that.

"On the other hand," he hastened to remark, "I'm sure it would be quite
legal if you did live to----"

"Stop him, for heaven's sake," screamed Lady Agnes, bursting into
uncontrollable laughter.

"Stop him? Why?" demanded her husband, suddenly seeing what he regarded
as a rare joke. "Let's hear him out. By Jove, there's more to it than I
thought. Go on, Saunders."

"Of course, if you are going to be nasty about it--" began Saunders in a
huff.

"I can't see anything nasty about it," said Browne. "I'll admit that our
wife and our husband may de