‘We need not talk about that now, Dr Thorne,’ said Frank, in an almost angry tone.

’But I must, Frank, for one moment, to justify myself.  I could not have excused myself in letting Mary think that she could become your wife if I had not hoped that good might come of it.’

‘Well; good will come of it,’ said Frank, who did not quite understand at what the doctor was driving.

’I hope so.  I have had much doubt about this, and have been sorely perplexed; but now I do hope so.  Frank—­Mr Gresham—­’ and then Dr Thorne rose from his chair; but was, for a moment, unable to go on with his tale.

‘We will hope that it is all for the best,’ said the squire.

‘I am sure it is,’ said Frank.

’Yes; I hope it is.  I do think it is; I am sure it is, Frank.  Mary will not come to you empty-handed.  I wish for your sake—­yes, and for hers too—­that her birth were equal to her fortune, as her worth is superior to both.  Mr Gresham, this marriage will, at any rate, put an end to your pecuniary embarrassments—­unless, indeed, Frank should prove a hard creditor.  My niece is Sir Roger Scatcherd’s heir.’

The doctor, as soon as he made the announcement, began to employ himself sedulously about the papers on the table; which, in the confusion caused by his own emotion, he transferred hither and thither in such a manner as to upset all his previous arrangements.  ‘And now,’ he said, ’I might as well explain, as well as I can, of what that fortune consists.  Here, this is—­no—­’

‘But, Dr Thorne,’ said the squire, now perfectly pale, and almost gasping for breath, ‘what is it you mean?’

‘There’s not a shadow of doubt,’ said the doctor.  ’I’ve had Sir Abraham Haphazard, and Sir Rickety Giggs, and old Neversaye Dis, and Mr Snilam; and they are all of the same opinion.  There is not the smallest doubt about it.  Of course, she must administer, and all that; and I’m afraid there’ll be a very heavy sum to pay for the tax; for she cannot inherit as a niece, you know.  Mr Snilam pointed out that particularly.  But, after all that, there’ll be—­I’ve got it down on a piece of paper, somewhere—­three grains of blue pill.  I’m really so bothered, squire, with all these papers, and all those lawyers, that I don’t know whether I’m sitting or standing.  There’s ready money enough to pay all the tax and all the debts.  I know that, at any rate.’

’You don’t mean to say that Mary Thorne is now possessed of all Sir Roger Scatcherd’s wealth?’ at last ejaculated the squire.

‘But that’s exactly what I do mean to say,’ said the doctor, looking up from his papers with a tear in his eye, and a smile on his mouth; ’and what is more, squire, you owe her at the present moment exactly—­I’ve got that down too, somewhere, only I am so bothered with all these papers.  Come, squire, when do you mean to pay her?  She’s in a great hurry, as young ladies are when they want to get married.’