this was a crisis in the life of coningsby; yet, like many critical epochs, the person most interested in it was not sufficiently aware of its character. the first feeling which he experienced at the intelligence was sincere affliction. he was fond of his grandfather; had received great kindness from him, and at a period of life when it was most welcome. the neglect and hardships of his early years, instead of leaving a prejudice against one who, by some, might be esteemed their author, had by their contrast only rendered coningsby more keenly sensible of the solicitude and enjoyment which had been lavished on his happy youth.

the next impression on his mind was undoubtedly a natural and reasonable speculation on the effect of this bereavement on his fortunes. lord monmouth had more than once assured coningsby that he had provided for him as became a near relative to whom he was attached, and in a manner which ought to satisfy the wants and wishes of an english gentleman. the allowance which lord monmouth had made him, as considerable as usually accorded to the eldest sons of wealthy peers, might justify him in estimating his future patrimony as extremely ample. he was aware, indeed, that at a subsequent period his grandfather had projected for him fortunes of a still more elevated character. he looked to coningsby as the future representative of an ancient barony, and had been purchasing territory with the view of supporting the title. but coningsby did not by any means firmly reckon on these views being realised. he had a suspicion that in thwarting the wishes of his grandfather in not becoming a candidate for darlford, he had at the moment arrested arrangements which, from the tone of lord monmouth’s communication, he believed were then in progress for that purpose; and he thought it improbable, with his knowledge of his grandfather’s habits, that lord monmouth had found either time or inclination to resume before his decease the completion of these plans. indeed there was a period when, in adopting the course which he pursued with respect to darlford, coningsby was well aware that he perilled more than the large fortune which was to accompany the barony. had not a separation between lord monmouth and his wife taken place simultaneously with coningsby’s difference with his grandfather, he was conscious that the consequences might have been even altogether fatal to his prospects; but the absence of her evil influence at such a conjuncture, its permanent removal, indeed, from the scene, coupled with his fortunate though not formal reconciliation with lord monmouth, had long ago banished from his memory all those apprehensions to which he had felt it impossible at the time to shut his eyes. before he left town for scotland he had made a farewell visit to his grandfather, who, though not as cordial as in old days, had been gracious; and coningsby, during his excursion to the moors, and his various visits to the country, had continued at intervals to write to his grandfather, as had been for some years his custom. on the whole, with an indefinite feeling which, in spite of many a rational effort, did nevertheless haunt his mind, that this great and sudden event might exercise a vast and beneficial influence on his worldly position, coningsby could not but feel some consolation in the affliction which he sincerely experienced, in the hope that he might at all events now offer to edith a home worthy of her charms, her virtues, and her love.

although he had not seen her since their hurried yet sweet reconciliation in the gardens of lady everingham, coningsby was never long without indirect intelligence of the incidents of her life; and the correspondence between lady everingham and henry sydney, while they were at the moors, had apprised him that lord beaumanoir’s suit had terminated unsuccessfully almost immediately after his brother had quitted london.

it was late in the evening when coningsby arrived in town: he called at once on lord eskdale, who was one of lord monmouth’s executors; and he persuaded coningsby, whom he saw depressed, to dine with him alone.

‘you should not be seen at a club,’ said the good-natured peer; ‘and i remember myself in old days what was the wealth of an albanian larder.’

lord eskdale, at dinner, talked frankly of the disposition of lord monmouth’s property. he spoke as a matter of course that coningsby was his grandfather’s principal heir.

‘i don’t know whether you will be happier with a large fortune?’ said lord eskdale. ‘it is a troublesome thing: nobody is satisfied with what you do with it; very often not yourself. to maintain an equable expenditure; not to spend too much on one thing, too little on another, is an art. there must be a harmony, a keeping, in disbursement, which very few men have. great wealth wearies. the thing to have is about ten thousand a year, and the world to think you have only five. there is some enjoyment then; one is let alone. but the instant you have a large fortune, duties commence. and then impudent fellows borrow your money; and if you ask them for it again, they go about town saying you are a screw.’

lord monmouth had died suddenly at his richmond villa, which latterly he never quitted, at a little supper, with no persons near him but those who were amusing. he suddenly found he could not lift his glass to his lips, and being extremely polite, waited a few minutes before he asked clotilde, who was singing a sparkling drinking-song, to do him that service. when, in accordance with his request, she reached him, it was too late. the ladies shrieked, being frightened: at first they were in despair, but, after reflection, they evinced some intention of plundering the house. villebecque, who was absent at the moment, arrived in time; and everybody became orderly and broken-hearted.

the body had been removed to monmouth house, where it had been embalmed and laid in state. the funeral was not numerously attended. there was nobody in town; some distinguished connections, however, came up from the country, though it was a period inconvenient for such movements. after the funeral, the will was to be read in the principal saloon of monmouth house, one of those gorgeous apartments that had excited the boyish wonder of coningsby on his first visit to that paternal roof, and now hung in black, adorned with the escutcheon of the deceased peer.

the testamentary dispositions of the late lord were still unknown, though the names of his executors had been announced by his family solicitor, in whose custody the will and codicils had always remained. the executors under the will were lord eskdale, mr. ormsby, and mr. rigby. by a subsequent appointment sidonia had been added. all these individuals were now present. coningsby, who had been chief mourner, stood on the right hand of the solicitor, who sat at the end of a long table, round which, in groups, were ranged all who had attended the funeral, including several of the superior members of the household, among them m. villebecque.

the solicitor rose and explained that though lord monmouth had been in the habit of very frequently adding codicils to his will, the original will, however changed or modified, had never been revoked; it was therefore necessary to commence by reading that instrument. so saying, he sat down, and breaking the seals of a large packet, he produced the will of philip augustus, marquess of monmouth, which had been retained in his custody since its execution.

by this will, of the date of 1829, the sum of 10,000l. was left to coningsby, then unknown to his grandfather; the same sum to mr. rigby. there was a great number of legacies, none of superior amount, most of them of less: these were chiefly left to old male companions, and women in various countries. there was an almost inconceivable number of small annuities to faithful servants, decayed actors, and obscure foreigners. the residue of his personal estate was left to four gentlemen, three of whom had quitted this world before the legator; the bequests, therefore, had lapsed. the fourth residuary legatee, in whom, according to the terms of the will, all would have consequently centred, was mr. rigby.

there followed several codicils which did not materially affect the previous disposition; one of them leaving a legacy of 20,000l. to the princess colonna; until they arrived at the latter part of the year 1832, when a codicil increased the 10,000l. left under the will to coningsby to 50,000l..

after coningsby’s visit to the castle in 1836 a very important change occurred in the disposition of lord monmouth’s estate. the legacy of 50,000l. in his favour was revoked, and the same sum left to the princess lucretia. a similar amount was bequeathed to mr. rigby; and coningsby was left sole residuary legatee.

the marriage led to a considerable modification. an estate of about nine thousand a year, which lord monmouth had himself purchased, and was therefore in his own disposition, was left to coningsby. the legacy to mr. rigby was reduced to 20,000l., and the whole of his residue left to his issue by lady monmouth. in case he died without issue, the estate bequeathed to coningsby to be taken into account, and the residue then to be divided equally between lady monmouth and his grandson. it was under this instrument that sidonia had been appointed an executor and to whom lord monmouth left, among others, the celebrated picture of the holy family by murillo, as his friend had often admired it. to lord eskdale he left all his female miniatures, and to mr. ormsby his rare and splendid collection of french novels, and all his wines, except his tokay, which he left, with his library, to sir robert peel; though this legacy was afterwards revoked, in consequence of sir robert’s conduct about the irish corporations.

the solicitor paused and begged permission to send for a glass of water. while this was arranging there was a murmur at the lower part of the room, but little disposition to conversation among those in the vicinity of the lawyer. coningsby was silent, his brow a little knit. mr. rigby was pale and restless, but said nothing. mr. ormsby took a pinch of snuff, and offered his box to lord eskdale, who was next to him. they exchanged glances, and made some observation about the weather. sidonia stood apart, with his arms folded. he had not, of course attended the funeral, nor had he as yet exchanged any recognition with coningsby.

‘now, gentlemen,’ said the solicitor, ‘if you please, i will proceed.’

they came to the year 1839, the year coningsby was at hellingsley. this appeared to be a critical period in the fortunes of lady monmouth; while coningsby’s reached to the culminating point. mr. rigby was reduced to his original legacy under the will of 10,000l.; a sum of equal amount was bequeathed to armand villebecque, in acknowledgment of faithful services; all the dispositions in favour of lady monmouth were revoked, and she was limited to her moderate jointure of 3,000l. per annum, under the marriage settlement; while everything, without reserve, was left absolutely to coningsby.

a subsequent codicil determined that the 10,000l. left to mr. rigby should be equally divided between him and lucian gay; but as some compensation lord monmouth left to the right honourable nicholas rigby the bust of that gentleman, which he had himself presented to his lordship, and which, at his desire, had been placed in the vestibule at coningsby castle, from the amiable motive that after lord monmouth’s decease mr. rigby might wish, perhaps, to present it to some other friend.

lord eskdale and mr. ormsby took care not to catch the eye of mr. rigby. as for coningsby, he saw nobody. he maintained, during the extraordinary situation in which he was placed, a firm demeanour; but serene and regulated as he appeared to the spectators, his nerves were really strung to a high pitch.

there was yet another codicil. it bore the date of june 1840, and was made at brighton, immediately after the separation with lady monmouth. it was the sight of this instrument that sustained rigby at this great emergency. he had a wild conviction that, after all, it must set all right. he felt assured that, as lady monmouth had already been disposed of, it must principally refer to the disinheritance of coningsby, secured by rigby’s well-timed and malignant misrepresentations of what had occurred in lancashire during the preceding summer. and then to whom could lord monmouth leave his money? however he might cut and carve up his fortunes, rigby, and especially at a moment when he had so served him, must come in for a considerable slice.

his prescient mind was right. all the dispositions in favour of ‘my grandson harry coningsby’ were revoked; and he inherited from his grandfather only the interest of the sum of 10,000l. which had been originally bequeathed to him in his orphan boyhood. the executors had the power of investing the principal in any way they thought proper for his advancement in life, provided always it was not placed in ‘the capital stock of any manufactory.’

coningsby turned pale; he lost his abstracted look; he caught the eye of rigby; he read the latent malice of that nevertheless anxious countenance. what passed through the mind and being of coningsby was thought and sensation enough for a year; but it was as the flash that reveals a whole country, yet ceases to be ere one can say it lightens. there was a revelation to him of an inward power that should baffle these conventional calamities, a natural and sacred confidence in his youth and health, and knowledge and convictions. even the recollection of edith was not unaccompanied with some sustaining associations. at least the mightiest foe to their union was departed.

all this was the impression of an instant, simultaneous with the reading of the words of form with which the last testamentary disposition of the marquess of monmouth left the sum of 30,000l. to armand villebecque; and all the rest, residue, and remainder of his unentailed property, wheresoever and whatsoever it might be, amounting in value to nearly a million sterling, was given, devised, and bequeathed to flora, commonly called flora villebecque, the step-child of the said armand villebecque, ‘but who is my natural daughter by marie estelle matteau, an actress at the théatre fran?ais in the years 1811-15, by the name of stella.’