The chances are that your granddaughter will have a family to inherit this property, and that she will survive her father.
And then, if we give her power to make a will, of course it's pretty certain that she'll leave everything to this husband of hers.

But I don't think we ought to do that, Mr.Nowell.I think it would be a far wiser arrangement to give this young lady only a life interest in the real estate.

That makes the husband a loser by her death, instead of a possible gainer to a large amount.

And I consider that your son's name has a right to come in here." "I cannot acknowledge that he has any such right.

His extravagance almost ruined me when he was a young man; and his ingratitude would have broken my heart, if I had been weak enough to suffer myself to be crushed by it." "Time works changes amongst the worst of us, Mr.Nowell, I daresay your son has improved his habits in all these years and is heartily sorry for the errors of his youth." "Have you seen him, Medler ?" the old man asked quickly.
"Seen your son lately?
No; indeed, my dear sir, I had no notion that he was in England." The fact is, that Percival Nowell had called upon Mr.Medler more than once since his arrival in London; and had discussed with that gentleman the chances of his father's having made, or not made, a will, and the possibility of the old man's being so far reconciled to him as to make a will in his favour.