Really, Juley was always saying something! The smile left Soames' face, and he put his cup down.

Here was his subject broached for him, and for all his desire to expand, he could not take advantage.
Aunt Juley went on rather hastily: "They say dear Jolyon first left her that fifteen thousand out and out; then of course he saw it would not be right, and made it for her life only." Had Soames heard that?
Soames nodded.
"Your cousin Jolyon is a widower now.

He is her trustee; you knew that, of course ?" Soames shook his head.

He did know, but wished to show no interest.
Young Jolyon and he had not met since the day of Bosinney's death.
"He must be quite middle-aged by now," went on Aunt Juley dreamily.

"Let me see, he was born when your dear uncle lived in Mount Street; long before they went to Stanhope Gate in December.