Elsie, entering the parlor a moment later, found her husband pacing to
and fro with a very disturbed and anxious air.
"What is the matter?" she asked, and he answered with an account of his
interview with Laura.
"How strange!" she exclaimed. "Her love for her husband cannot have been
very deep and strong, if she is so ready to oppose the carrying out of
his dying wishes. But do not let it trouble you, Lester; she is venting
her anger in idle threats, and will never proceed to the length of
contesting the will in a court of law."
"I trust not," he said sighing. "Ah me! if my poor brother had but made a
wiser choice."
In the library, whither Mrs. Laura Leland bent her steps on her sudden
exit from the parlor, Evelyn was sitting in her father's vacant chair,
her elbow resting on the table, her cheek in her hand, her eyes on the
carpet at her feet, while her sad thoughts travelled back over many an
hour spent there in the loved companionship of the dear departed.
She looked up inquiringly on her mother's abrupt entrance, and noted with
surprise the flush on her cheek and the angry light in her eyes.
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