Some time afterwards when I passed the library I heard him walking up and down.
Father and I went up to town on the afternoon of Wednesday, January 2.
We stayed, of course, at Claridge's, where we always stay when we go to town.

Mother wanted to come, too, but father thought it better not.

She would not agree to stay at home till we both promised to send her separate telegrams after the reading.
At five minutes to eleven we entered Mr.Trent's office.

Father would not go a moment earlier, as he said it was bad form to seem eager at any time, but most of all at the reading of a will.

It was a rotten grind, for we had to be walking all over the neighbourhood for half an hour before it was time, not to be too early.
When we went into the room we found there General Sir Colin MacKelpie and a big man, very bronzed, whom I took to be Rupert St.Leger--not a very creditable connection to look at, I thought! He and old MacKelpie took care to be in time! Rather low, I thought it.