put the pen in her hand, when she's not knowing what she's doing.
They'd do anything now, Daly, to get the money they've been fighting
for so hard."

"It's my belief," answered the attorney, "that the Kellys not only
won't do anything dishonest, but that they won't even take any unfair
advantage of you. But at any rate you can do nothing. You must wait
patiently; you, at any rate, can take no steps till she's dead."

"But couldn't she make a will in my favour? I know she'd do it if I
asked her--if I asked her now--now she's going off, you know. I'm sure
she'd do it. Don't you think she would?"

"You're safer, I think, to let it alone," said Daly, who could hardly
control the ineffable disgust he felt.

"I don't know that," continued Barry. "She's weak, and 'll do what
she's asked: besides, _they'll_ make her do it. Fancy if, when she's
gone, I find I have to share everything with those people!" And he
struck his forehead and pushed the hair off his perspiring face, as he
literally shook with despair. "I must see her, Daly. I'm quite sure
she'll make a will if I beg her; they can't hinder me seeing my own,
only, dying sister; can they, Daly? And when I'm once there, I'll sit
with her, and watch till it's all over. I'm sure, now she's ill, I'd do
anything for her."

Daly said nothing, though Barry paused for him to reply. "Only about
the form," continued he, "I wouldn't know what to put. By heavens,
Daly! you must come with me. You can be up at the house, and I can
have you down at a minute's warning." Daly utterly declined, but Barry