Pellet was saying it with a purpose," observed the doctor. "His manner was peculiar. If I may so describe it—shuffling."
"I scarcely understand you, papa. You think he did not have the dream? That he only said he had it; and said it to answer some purpose of his own?"
"Just so, Edina."
"But what could be his purpose?"
"Ah, there I am at fault. We may discover that later. If he did say it with a purpose, I conclude it will not end here."
"Well, it sounds rather strange altogether," observed Edina. "Frank, do you mean to let your tea get quite cold?"
Frank Raynor returned to his place. He drank his tea, but declined to eat, and began to speak of Mrs. Atkinson's will.
"Did you hear any particulars about it, Edina?"