Wychecombe has always belonged to Englishmen." "That it has; and ever will, I trust.

You have only to select an heir, when I am gone, and by making a will, with proper devises, the property will not escheat.

Be careful to use the full terms of perpetuity." "Every thing was so comfortable, brother, while you were in health," said Sir Wycherly, fidgeting; "you were my natural heir--" "Heir of entail," interrupted the judge.
"Well, well, _heir_, at all events; and _that_ was a prodigious comfort to a man like myself, who has a sort of religious scruples about making a will.

I have heard it whispered that you were actually married to Martha; in which case, Tom might drop into our shoes, so readily, without any more signing and sealing." "A _filius nullius_," returned the other, too conscientious to lend himself to a deception of that nature.
"Why, brother, Tom often seems to me to favour such an idea, himself." "No wonder, Wycherly, for the idea would greatly favour him.

Tom and his brothers are all _filii nullorum_, God forgive me for that same wrong." "I wonder neither Charles nor Gregory thought of marrying before they lost their lives for their king and country," put in Sir Wycherly, in an upbraiding tone, as if he thought his penniless brethren had done him an injury in neglecting to supply him with an heir, though he had been so forgetful himself of the same great duty.