What's more, on the very day before his
death be wrote a letter to Mr. Percival, to say that he wanted to
make his will again. He was going to do it on the Monday--there
now It was only an accident; he hadn't time to do what he wished.'
This was making a concession which he had expressly resolved to
guard against; but Joseph's designs ripened, lost their crudity, as
he saw more and more of his daughter's disposition. He was again
grateful to her; she had made things smoother than he could have
hoped.
'You really think, father, that he would have made the same will as
before?'
'Not a doubt about it, my love; not a doubt of it. In fact--now
let me set your poor little mind at rest--only two days before his
death--when was it I saw him last? Friday? Thursday?--he said to
me that he had a higher opinion of you than ever. There now, Jane!'
She would have deemed it impossible for anyone to utter less than
truth in such connection as this. Her eyes gleamed with joy.
'Now you understand just how it was, Jane. What we have to talk
about now is, how we can arrange things so as to carry out your
grandfather's wish. I am your guardian, my dear.
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