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It fell to Soames to issue invitations for the funeral. He had them drawn up by Gradman in his office only blood relations, and no flowers. Six carriages were ordered. The Will would be read afterwards at the house. He arrived at eleven o'clock to see that all was ready. At a quarter past old Gradman came in black gloves and crape on his hat. He and Soames stood in the drawing-room waiting.
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!
The offices of Cuthcott, Kingson and Forsyte occupied the ground and first floors of a house on the right-hand side; and, ascending to his room, Soames thought: 'Time we had a coat of paint. His old clerk Gradman was seated, where he always was, at a huge bureau with countless pigeonholes.
"Suppose I were to make a settlement on her at once with myself as beneficiary for life, they couldn't take anything but the interest from me, unless of course they alter the law." Gradman moved his head and smiled. "Ah!" he said, "they wouldn't do tha-at!" "I don't know," muttered Soames; "I don't trust them." "It'll take two years, sir, to be valid against death duties." Soames sniffed.
Gradman grated: "Rather extreme at your age, sir; you lose control." "That's my business," said Soames sharply. Gradman wrote on a piece of paper: "Life-interest anticipation divert interest absolute discretion...." and said: "What trustees? There's young Mr. Kingson; he's a nice steady young fellow." "Yes, he might do for one. I must have three. There isn't a Forsyte now who appeals to me."
Two hours later by his watch, Thomas Gradman, stirring in his swivel chair, closed the last drawer of his bureau, and putting into his waistcoat pocket a bunch of keys so fat that they gave him a protuberance on the liver side, brushed his old top hat round with his sleeve, took his umbrella, and descended.
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.
They mightn't like to seem to expect something. At twelve o'clock the procession left the door; Timothy alone in the first carriage under glass. Then Soames alone; then Gradman alone; then Cook and Smither together. They started at a walk, but were soon trotting under a bright sky. At the entrance to Highgate Cemetery they were delayed by service in the Chapel.
The State might take the lot; they're capable of anything in these days." "And carry five," said Gradman to himself. "I forgot Mr. Timothy's in Consols; we shan't get more than two per cent. with this income tax. To be on the safe side, say eight millions. Still, that's a pretty penny." Soames rose and handed him the Will. "You're going into the City. Take care of that, and do what's necessary.
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!
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