I imagine, if you'll have a talk with your solicitor, that that is precisely what you are here for, too.

As next nearest of kin, I think both of us will run no risk if we smash the will.

If we don't smash it, the islanders will cheerfully take the legacy off our hands." "By Jove," muttered Deppy, looking at his wife.
"Thank you, Mr.Browne, for being so frank with us," she said coolly.
"If you don't mind, I _will_ consult my solicitor." She bowed ever so slightly, indicating that the interview was at an end, and, moreover, that it had not been of her choosing.
"Any time, your ladyship," said Browne, also bowing.

"I think Mrs.
Browne wants to speak to you about the rooms." "We are quite settled, Mr.Browne, and very well satisfied," she said pointedly, turning red with a fresh touch of anger.
"I trust you have not taken the rooms at this end." "We have.

We are occupying them." She arose and started away, Deppingham hesitating between his duty to her and the personal longing to pull Browne's nose.
"I'm sorry," said Browne.