Very natural when you are so grieved.

We are all mortal." "You are certainly silly in addition," replied the widow, who knew how useless it was to argue with the man.

"Go away and don't worry me.

When poor Hubert is buried, and the will is read, I shall announce my intentions." "Intentions! Intentions!" muttered the corpulent little lord, taking a hasty departure out of diplomacy.

"Surely, Agnes won't be such a fool as to let the family estates go." It never struck him that Pine might have so worded the will that the inheritance he counted upon might not come to the widow, unless she chose to fulfil a certain condition.