"Your allowances--" "Oh, I grant you his generosity in MONEY affairs--" "He has continued that generosity in the terms of his will, and those terms I am here to communicate to you." "Uncle Hillary is dead!" cried Tim.
"He passed away the sixteenth of last June." A slight pause ensued.
"I am ready to hear you," said Tim soberly, at last.
The barrister stooped and began to fumble with his bag.
"No, not that!" cried Tim, with some impatience.

"Tell me in your own words." The lawyer sat back and pressed his finger points together over his stomach.
"The late Viscount," said he, "has been graciously pleased to leave you in fee simple his entire estate of Staghurst, together with its buildings, rentals, and privileges.

This, besides the residential rights, amounts to some ten thousands pounds sterling per annum." "A little less than fifty thousand dollars a year, Harry," Tim shot over his shoulder at me.
"There is one condition," put in the lawyer.
"Oh, there is!" exclaimed Tim, his crest falling.

"Well, knowing my Uncle Hillary--" "The condition is not extravagant," the lawyer hastily interposed.

"It merely entails continued residence in England, and a minimum of nine months on the estate.