She can leave it and her money exactly as she pleases.

It is to be hoped she won't leave much of it to Mrs.
Fotheringham.

_Isn't_ that a woman! Ah! you don't know her yet.
Hullo!--there's Marsham after me." For Marsham was beckoning from the hall.

They returned hurriedly.
"Who made Oliver that waistcoat ?" said Lady Niton, putting on her spectacles.
"I did," said Alicia Drake, as she came up, with her arm round the younger of Lady Niton's nieces.

"Isn't it becoming ?" "Hum!" said Lady Niton, in a gruff tone, "young ladies can always find new ways of wasting their time." Marsham approached Diana.
"We're just off," he said, smiling.