"It is very much to be regretted that you haven't.

After all, she must have left at least a hundred thousand to divide." "Even the prospect of a share of the spoil wouldn't have compensated for the infliction of visiting an old termagant like Great-aunt Rachel," averred Roger unrepentantly.
"I shall be interested to hear the will read, nevertheless," rejoined Lady Gertrude.

"After all, you were her only great-nephew and, in spite of your inattentiveness, I don't suppose she has overlooked you.
She may even have remembered Isobel to the extent of a piece of jewellery." Isobel's brown eyes gleamed--like the alert eyes of a robin who suddenly perceives the crumbs some kindly hand has scattered on the lawn.
"I'm afraid we shall have to leave you alone for a night, Nan," pursued Lady Gertrude with a stiff air of apology.
Nan, engrossed in a long epistle from Penelope, failed to hear and made no answer.

The tremendous fact of great-aunt's death, and the possible disposition of her property, had completely passed her by.

It was little wonder that she was so much absorbed.