"
"Oh, Mr. Jerrold," said May, deeply wounded in her humility, "the grace
of our powerful God needed no such poor instrument as I. His ways and
designs are wonderful, and the operations of his divine mercy past all
human comprehension. Give him the glory for evermore!"
CHAPTER XIX.
CONCLUSION.
Mr. Fielding was alone in his office. Perched on a high stool, with
spectacles on his nose, pouring over Blackstone's views on certain
questions of equity, sat the lawyer at his desk, with a look of wisdom
supernal. The door opened, but it did not disturb him.
"Good morning, Mr. Fielding!" said a small voice, somewhere below him.
"I am engaged!" he growled.
"But I have come on legal business," persisted the voice.
"Who in the world are you--a kobold--or--or--May Brooke! What on earth
brought you here?" he exclaimed, pushing back his glasses.
"I have come about that will of my uncle's, sir," said May, demurely.
"Come to your senses at last," said the lawyer, chuckling with triumph.
"I wish to take the most decided measures to set aside my uncle's first
will, having in my possession the most decided proof that I did not
burn the last one," she said, in her quiet way.
"Proof, eh! I wonder if your proof will stand the test of the law?"
"I should think so. But I can impart nothing more on the subject until
you promise me, on your word of honor, to ask me no questions. I will
promise you, on the other hand, to tell you all that is necessary on
the subject," said May, earnestly.
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