"I think we had better go indoors," he said.
He did not care to be seen in an apparently friendly conversation with a man like Bolton.
"Very well. I think myself it may be better."
He followed Ray into a room which the latter used as a library and office, and took care to select a comfortable seat.
"Really, Stephen Ray," he remarked, glancing around him at the well-filled bookcases, the handsome pictures, and the luxurious furniture, "you are very nicely fixed here."
"I suppose you didn"t come to tell me that," responded Stephen Ray with a sneer.
"Well, not altogether, but it is as well to refer to it. I have known you a good many years. I remember when you first came here to visit your uncle in the character of a poor relation. I don"t believe you had a hundred dollars to your name."
Such references grated upon the purse-proud aristocrat, who tried to persuade himself that he had always been as prosperous as at present.
"There is no occasion for your reminiscences," he said stiffly.
"No, I suppose you don"t care to think of those days now. Your cousin, Dudley, a fine young man, was a year or two older. Who would have thought that the time would come when you--the poor cousin--would be reigning in his place?"
"If that is all you have to say, our interview may as well close."
"It isn"t all I have to say. I must indulge in a few more reminiscences, though you dislike them. A few years pa.s.sed. Dudley married against his father"s wishes; that is, his father did not approve of his selection, and he fell out of favor. As he lost favor you gained it."
"That is true enough, but it is an old story. Why recall it?"
"Does it seem just that an own son should be disinherited and a stranger--"
"A near relative," corrected Stephen Ray.
"Well, a near relative, but less near than an only son. Does it seem right that Dudley should have been disinherited and you put in his place?"
"Certainly. My cousin disobeyed his father, while I was always dutiful and obedient."
"So he was left in poverty."
"I don"t see how that concerns you, Benjamin Bolton. My uncle had the right to dispose of his property as he pleased. It was not for me to question his right nor you."
"Probably Dudley Ray is living in poverty now."
"You are mistaken. He is dead."
"Indeed! Poor fellow. He was a generous and high-minded man."
"Whatever he may have been, he offended his father and suffered the consequences."
"Too true!"
"But I fail to understand why you should have come to discuss this matter with me."
"When did Dudley die?"
"I can"t be sure as to the year. I think it was about a year after his father"s death."
"I presume that his father"s injustice helped to hasten his end."
"I won"t permit any reflections upon my dear uncle and benefactor. He did what he liked with his own. He felt that the estate would be better in my hands than in Dudley"s."
"Admitting for a moment that this was so, did your heart prompt you to bestow a part of the estate on your unfortunate cousin?"
"No; for I am sure my uncle would have disapproved of such action on my part."
"Do you know if he suffered much from poverty?"
"No; I did not concern myself with that, nor need you."
"I would like to comment on one of your statements. You say that your uncle had a right to dispose of his estate as he pleased."
"Do you dispute it?"
"No; I agree with you. Stephen Ray, was his estate disposed of according to his wishes?"
Mr. Ray started, and his face became flushed.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean that he bequeathed the estate to his son, and you took possession of it."
Bolton spoke slowly, and eyed Stephen Ray keenly.
"Are you mad?" gasped Stephen. "How could I do that? His will, devising the estate to me, was duly probated, and I entered upon my inheritance by due process of law."
"I know such a will was probated."
"Then what have you to say?" demanded Stephen Ray, defiantly. "Do you mean to deny that the will was genuine?"
"No."
"Because if you do, you can go to the probate office, and submit the will to any judge of my uncle"s handwriting."
"There will be no occasion. I admit that the will was written by him."
"What do you mean, then?" asked Stephen Ray, showing relief.
"I mean this--that it was not his _last_ will and testament."
"Where is the later one? Produce it if you can," said Stephen Ray, triumphantly.
"You say this fearlessly because you found a later will--and destroyed it."