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Advertise; but there are no debts. When's the sale?" "Tuesday week," said Gradman. "Life or lives in bein' and twenty-one years afterwards it's a long way off. But I'm glad he's left it in the family." ...
I hope Miss Fleur " "Well enough, but gads about too much." "Ye-es," grated Gradman; "she's young." Soames went out, musing: "Old Gradman! If he were younger I'd put him in the trust. There's nobody I can depend on to take a real interest." Leaving the bilious and mathematical exactitude, the preposterous peace of that backwater, he thought suddenly: 'During coverture!
Soames read the investment and attestation clauses, and, ceasing, looked at Gradman. The old fellow was wiping his brow with a large handkerchief, whose brilliant colour supplied a sudden festive tinge to the proceedings. "My word, Mr. Soames!" he said, and it was clear that the lawyer in him had utterly wiped out the man: "My word!
James' office, and Mr. James had said to him: "Now, Gradman, you're only a shaver you pay attention, and you'll make your five hundred a year before you've done." And he had, and feared God, and served the Forsytes, and kept a vegetable diet at night.
He took Gradman into his carriage on the way back to the Bayswater Road with a certain glow in his heart. He had a surprise in pickle for the old chap who had served the Forsytes four-and-fifty years-a treat that was entirely his doing. How well he remembered saying to Timothy the day after Aunt Hester's funeral: "Well; Uncle Timothy, there's Gradman. He's taken a lot of trouble for the family.
Generations might be born, and hats might change, wars be fought, and Forsytes fade away, but Thomas Gradman, faithful and grey, would take his daily walk and buy his daily vegetable.
Advertise; but there are no debts. When's the sale?" "Tuesday week," said Gradman. "Life or lives in bein' and twenty-one years afterward it's a long way off. But I'm glad he's left it in the family...."
Soames read the investment and attestation clauses, and, ceasing, looked at Gradman. The old fellow was wiping his brow with a large handkerchief, whose brilliant colour supplied a sudden festive tinge to the proceedings. "My word, Mr. Soames!" he said, and it was clear that the lawyer in him had utterly wiped out the man: "My word!
Dear me! It is a time since I first saw Mr. Timothy!" "We can't live for ever," said Soames, taking down his hat. "Nao," said Gradman; "but it'll be a pity the last of the old family! Shall I take up the matter of that nuisance in Old Compton Street? Those organs they're nahsty things." "Do. I must call for Miss Fleur and catch the four o'clock. Good-day, Gradman." "Good-day, Mr. Soames.
Soames would have liked to stay outside in the sunshine. He didn't believe a word of it; on the other hand, it was a form of insurance which could not safely be neglected, in case there might be something in it after all. They walked up two and two he and Gradman, Cook and Smither to the family vault. It was not very distinguished for the funeral of the last old Forsyte.
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