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you utter a falsehood!"
"Sirrah!" cried Le Noir, striding toward Traverse and raising his hand
over his head, with a fearful oath, "retract your words or--"
Traverse calmly drew himself up, folded his arms and replied coolly:
"I am no brawler, Colonel Le Noir; the pistol and the bowie-knife are
as strange to my hands as abusive epithets and profane language are to
my lips; nevertheless, instead of retracting my words, I repeat and
reiterate them. If you charge my mother with conspiracy you utter a
falsehood. As her son I am in duty bound to say as much."
"Villain!" gasped Le Noir, shaking his fist and choking with rage;
"villain! you shall repent this in every vein of your body!"
Then, seizing his hat, he strode from the room.
"Boaster!" said Traverse to himself, as he also left the library by

another door.
Clara was waiting for him in the little parlor below.
"Well, well, dear Traverse," she said, as he entered. "You have had the
explanation with my guardian, and--he makes no objection to carrying
out the last directions of my father and our own wishes--he is willing to
leave me here?"
"My dear girl, Colonel Le Noir defers all decision until the reading of
the will, which is to take place this afternoon," said Traverse, unwilling
to add to her distress by recounting the disgraceful scene that had just
taken place in the library.
"Oh! these delays! these delays! Heaven give me patience! Yet I do not
know why I should be so uneasy. It is only a form; of course he will
regard my father's wishes."
"I do not see well how he can avoid doing so, especially as Doctor
Williams is another witness to them, and I shall request the doctor's
attendance here this afternoon. Dear Clara, keep up your spirits! A few
hours now and all will be well," said Traverse, as he drew on his gloves
and took his hat to go on his morning round of calls.
An early dinner was ordered, for the purpose of giving ample time in
the afternoon for the reading of the will.
Owing to the kind forbearance of each member of this little family,
their meeting with their guest at the table was not so awkward as it
might have been rendered. Mrs. Rocke had concealed the insults that
had been offered her; Traverse had said nothing of the affronts put
upon him. So that each, having only their own private injuries to resent,
felt free in forbearing. Nothing but this sort of prudence on the part of
individuals rendered their meeting around one board possible.
While they were still at the table the attorney, Mr. Sauter, with Doctors
Williams and Dawson, arrived, and was shown into the library.

And very soon after the dessert was put upon the table the family left it
and, accompanied by Colonel Le Noir, adjourned to the library. After
the usual salutations they arranged themselves along each side of an
extension table, at the head of which the attorney placed himself.
In the midst of a profound silence the will was opened and read. It was
dated three years before.
The bulk of his estate, after the paying a few legacies, was left to his
esteemed brother-in-law, Gabriel Le Noir, in trust for his only daughter,
Clara Day, until the latter should attain the age of twenty-one, at which
period she was to come into possession of the property. Then followed
the distribution of the legacies. Among the rest the sum of a thousand
dollars was left to his young friend Traverse Rocke, and another
thousand to his esteemed neighbor Marah Rocke. Gabriel Le Noir was
appointed sole executor of the will, trustee of the property and guardian
of the heiress.
At the conclusion of the reading Mr. Sauter folded the document and
laid it upon the table.
Colonel Le Noir arose and said:
"The will of the late Doctor Day has been read in your presence. I
presume you all heard it, and that there can be no mistake as to its
purport. All that remains now is to act upon it. I shall claim the usual
privilege of twelve months before administering upon the estate or
paying the legacies. In the mean time, I shall assume the charge of my
ward's person, and convey her to my own residence, known as the
Hidden House. Mrs. Rocke," he said, turning toward the latter, "your
presence and that of your young charge is no longer required here. Be
so good as to prepare Miss Day's traveling trunks, as we set out from
this place to-morrow morning."
Mrs. Rocke started, looked wistfully in the face of the speaker and,
seeing that he was in determined earnest, turned her appealing glances
toward Traverse and