swelled63 and fluttered up to my lips, and then dropped down dead as it seemed into its place.
“Mr. Grimston, you will please to read it,” said Doctor Bryerly, who took the direction of the process. “I will set beside you, and as we go along you will be good enough to help us to understand technicalities, and give us a lift where we want it.”
“It’s a short will,” said Mr. Grimston, turning over the sheets, “very — considering. Here’s a codicil64.”
“I did not see that,” said Doctor Bryerly.
“Dated only a month ago.”
“Oh!” said Doctor Bryerly, putting on his spectacles. Uncle Silas’s ambassador, sitting close behind, had insinuated65 his face between Doctor Bryerly’s and the reader’s of the will.
“On behalf of the surviving brother of the testator,” interposed the delegate, just as Abel Grimston had cleared his voice to begin, “I take leave to apply for a copy of this instrument. It will save a deal of trouble, if the young lady as represents the testator here has no objection.