"Well, my child," he was very fatherly and bland, was the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh "and what may you want with me?" "My Mistress sent me, sir. I am Mrs. Holywell's maid." "Indeed!" said Mr. Rashleigh, vividly interested at once; "and how is Mrs. Holywell?" "Very poorly, sir. She thinks she's dying herself. She wants to make her will to-night; that's why she sent for you." Mr.