Mr. Gogram came and was closeted with the Squire, and the doctor also came. The doctor saw Kate, and, shaking his head, told her that her grandfather was sinking lower and lower every hour. It would be infinitely better for him if he would take that port wine at four doses in the day, or even at two, instead of taking it all together. Kate promised to try again, but stated her conviction that the trial would be useless. The doctor, when pressed on the matter, said that his patient might probably live a week, not improbably a fortnight,--perhaps a month, if he would be obedient,--and so forth. Gogram went away without seeing Kate; and Kate, who looked upon a will as an awful and somewhat tedious ceremony, was in doubt whether her grandfather would live to complete any new operation. But, in truth, the will had been made and signed and witnessed,--the parish clerk and one of the tenants having been had up into the room as witnesses. Kate knew that the men had been there, but still did not think that a new will had been perfected.

Mr. Gogram came to see the Squire, and the doctor also came. The doctor, shaking his head, told her that her grandfather was sinking lower every hour. He would probably live a week, possibly a fortnight - perhaps a month, if he would be obedient. Gogram went away without seeing Kate; and Kate did not know whether her grandfather had done anything with the will. But, in truth, the will had been made and signed, and witnessed by the parish clerk and one of the tenants.
