Eulalia an air almost of under-handedness; but there was
nothing wrong, he told himself, and he would not be vexed at this
moment when he was full of delight at the probability of discovering
the missing will. He was certainly in no danger of becoming a Catholic.
He smiled to think how little likely he was to exchange the too strict
rule of the Clergy House for one which might be more rigid still. The
keen thought now was the remembrance of the wealth which he hoped soon
to possess.
"Phil, old man," he said joyously, "I believe I shall get Aunt Hannah's
money after all. I always felt that it belonged to me."
"Yes," Ashe replied, so dully that Maurice turned to him quickly.
"Come, Phil, don't answer me like that. What are you moping about?"
There was no answer for a moment. Maurice, full of a fresh vigor born
of the discovery of the afternoon, was yet rebuked by the silence of
his friend.
"Of course, Phil," he went on, "you know I don't mean anything unkind.
I am no end obliged to you for taking me there this afternoon. When we
go tomorrow"--
"I shall never go there again," Ashe interrupted.
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