'
And with these words Doctor Bryerly's countenance darkened.
'Mr. Silas Ruthyn is a religious man?'
'Oh, _very_!' said I.
'You've seen a good deal of him?'
'No, I never saw him,' I answered.
'H'm? Odder and odder! But he's a good man, isn't he?'
'Very good, indeed, sir--a very religious man.'
Doctor Bryerly was watching my countenance as I spoke, with a sharp and
anxious eye; and then he looked down, and read the pattern of the carpet
like bad news, for a while, and looking again in my face, askance, he
said--
'He was very near joining _us_--on the point. He got into correspondence
with Henry Voerst, one of our best men. They call us Swedenborgians, you
know; but I dare say that won't go much further, now. I suppose, Miss
Ruthyn, one o'clock would be a good hour, and I am sure, under the
circumstances, the gentlemen will make a point of attending.'
'Yes, Dr. Bryerly, the notes shall be sent, and my cousin, Lady Knollys,
would I am sure attend with me while the will is being read--there would be
no objection to her presence?'
'None in the world. I can't be quite sure who are joined with me as
executors.
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