"My Lord," said an old man to Fred, one who was himself a peer and was the young lord's cousin though they two had never met before, "My Lord," said the old man, as soon as they had returned from the grave, "you are called upon to succeed as good a man as ever it has been my lot to know.

I loved him as a brother.
I hope you will not lightly turn away from his example." Fred made some promise which at the moment he certainly intended to perform.
On the next morning the will was read.

There was nothing in it, nor could there have been anything in it, which might materially affect the interests of the heir.

The late lord's widow was empowered to take away from Scroope anything that she desired.

In regard to money she was provided for so amply that money did not matter to her.