Part 45 (1/2)

”By no means,” the little old gentleman answered, looking up at him over his spectacles, and then at Beth. ”By no means; let the young lady remain.”

Aunt Grace Mary put her arm round Beth. The lawyer broke the seal, unfolded the will, and remarked by way of preface: ”The doc.u.ment is in the handwriting of the deceased. Ahem!”

Instantly into every face there came the expression that people wear in church. Mr. Watson proceeded to read; but in a dry, distinct, matter-of-fact tone, devoid of all emotion. A lawyer reading a will aloud is sure of the interest of his audience, and, on this occasion, it was evident that each member of the little group listened with strained attention, but with very different feelings. What they gathered was that Miss Victoria Bench, spinster, being of sound mind, did will and bequeath everything of which she might die possessed to her beloved great-niece, Elizabeth Caldwell, commonly called Beth.

Should Beth marry, the money was to be settled upon her for her exclusive use. The present income from the property, about fifty pounds a year, was to be devoted to the education of the said Elizabeth Caldwell, commonly called Beth.

Uncle James's jaw dropped during the reading. ”But,” he stammered when it was over, ”if the investments recover?”

”Then Miss Elizabeth Caldwell, commonly called Beth, will have an income of between six and seven hundred a year, _at least_,” said the lawyer, smiling.

Aunt Grace Mary clasped Beth close in a spasm of congratulation. Mrs.

Caldwell burst into tears. Beth herself, with an unmoved countenance, perceived the disgust of Uncle James, her mother's emotion, and something like amus.e.m.e.nt in Lady Benyon's face; and she also perceived, but at a great distance as it were, that there was a dim prospect of some change for the better in her life.

”Poor little body!” said Aunt Grace Mary, caressing her.

”Rich little body!” said Lady Benyon. ”Come and kiss me, Puck, and let me congratulate you.”

”It is very nice for you, Beth, I am sure,” said Mrs. Caldwell plaintively, holding out her hand to Beth as she pa.s.sed. Beth accepted this also as a congratulation, and stooped and kissed her mother. Then the lawyer got up and shook hands with her, and thereupon Uncle James, feeling forced for decency's sake to do something, observed pointedly: ”I suppose Miss Victoria Bench was quite sane when she made this bequest?”

”I should say that your supposition was correct,” said the lawyer.

”Miss Victoria Bench always seemed to me to be an eminently sane person.”

There was no allusion whatever to Uncle James in Aunt Victoria's will.

She thanked her niece, Caroline Caldwell, kindly for the shelter she had given her in her misfortune, and hoped that by providing for Beth she would relieve her mother's mind of all anxiety about the child, to whom, she proceeded to state, she left all she had in proof of the tender affection she felt for the child, and in return for the disinterested love and duty she had received from Beth. Aunt Victoria wished Beth to have her room when she was gone, in order that Beth might, as she grew up, have proper privacy in her life, with undisturbed leisure for study, reflection, and prayer. She added that she considered Beth a child of exceptional temperament, that peculiar care and kindness would be necessary to develop her character; but Miss Victoria hoped, prayed, and believed that, with the help of the excellent abilities with which she had been endowed, Beth would not only work out her own salvation eventually, but do something notable to the glory of G.o.d and for the good of mankind.

Beth's heart glowed when she heard this pa.s.sage, and ever afterwards, when she recalled it, she felt strangely stimulated.

After the last solemn words of the will had been read, and the little scene of congratulation had been enacted, there was a pause in the proceedings, then Uncle James remarked in his happiest manner: ”The importance which old ladies attach to their little bequests is only to be equalled by the strength of their sentiments, and the grandeur of the language in which they are expressed. One would think a princ.i.p.ality was being bequeathed to a princess, instead of a few pounds to an obscure little girl, to judge by the tone of the whole doc.u.ment. Well, well!”

Beth looked at him, then drew down the corners of her mouth impertinently. ”There is one thing I can console you with, Uncle James,” she said. ”You may be quite sure that when I do come into my kingdom, I shall carefully conceal the fact that I am any relation of yours.”

Later in the day, Beth found her mother sitting in her accustomed place by the dining-table, rocking herself sideways over her work, and with a worried expression of countenance, as if she were uneasy in her mind.

”Aren't you pleased, mamma,” said Beth, ”that I should be left the money?”

”Why, yes, of course, my dear child,” Mrs. Caldwell rejoined. Her tone to Beth had altered very much since the morning. Even in a few short hours Beth had been made to feel that mere money was making her a person of more importance than she had ever before been considered.

Her mother had stopped short, but Beth waited, and Mrs. Caldwell recommenced: ”I am delighted on your account. Only, I was just thinking. The money is of no use to you just now, and it would have made all the difference to Jim. He ought to be making friends now who will last him his life and help him on in his career; but he can do nothing without an allowance, and I cannot make him one. There is no hurry for your education. In fact, I think it would be better for your health if you were not taught too much at present. But you shall have your aunt's room, Beth, to study in if you like. You may even sleep there, although I shall feel it when you leave mine. It will be breaking up the family. That remark in the will about proper privacy seems to me great nonsense, and you know I am not legally bound to give you a room to yourself. However, it was the dear old lady's last request to me, and that makes it sacred, so it shall be carried out to the letter. The room is yours, and I hope you will enjoy your privacy.”

”Oh, I _shall_,” Beth exclaimed with uncomplimentary fervour.

Mrs. Caldwell sighed and sewed on in silence for a little.

”The dear old lady left you the money because she believed you would do some good with it,” she resumed. ”'For the good of mankind.' Those are her own words. And I do think that is rather your line, Beth; and what greater good can you do to begin with than help your brother on in the world? To spend the money on him instead of on yourself would really be a fine, unselfish thing to do.”

Beth's great grey eyes dilated; the prospect was alluring. ”I suppose there would not be enough for both of us?” she ventured tentatively--”enough for me to be taught some _few_ things properly, you know--English, music, French.”

”On fifty pounds a year, my dear child!” her mother exclaimed sorrowfully. ”Fifty pounds goes no way at all.” Beth sighed.

”Besides,” Mrs. Caldwell pursued, ”_I_ can teach you all these things.