The man's brother and sister will have the first helping, I suppose.

And then, if it comes to the second generation, the literary Yule has a daughter, and by her being invited here I should think she's the favourite niece.

No, no; depend upon it they won't get anything at all.' Having finished his breakfast, he leaned back and began to unfold the London paper that had come by post.
'Had Mr Reardon any hopes of that kind at the time of his marriage, do you think ?' inquired Mrs Milvain.
'Reardon?
Good heavens, no! Would he were capable of such forethought!' In a few minutes Jasper was left alone in the room.

When the servant came to clear the table he strolled slowly away, humming a tune.
The house was pleasantly situated by the roadside in a little village named Finden.

Opposite stood the church, a plain, low, square-towered building.