So I tried to look as sympathetic as I felt, sighed and waited.
"It's not so bad as all that," she said with a little shake of her head, reading my thought as she always had the power to do from the first moment we met.

"We can talk about _that_ afterwards.

It's only that I hoped we were going to have a quiet two days, and now the Atterby-Smiths are coming, yes, in half an hour.

Five of them!" "The Atterby-Smiths!" I exclaimed, for somehow I too felt disappointed.
"Who are the Atterby-Smiths ?" "Cousins of George's, his nearest relatives.

They think he ought to have left them everything.