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Updated: June 25, 2025
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 afterward 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.
What do you say to leaving him five thousand?" and his surprise, seeing the difficulty there had been in getting Timothy to leave anything, when Timothy had nodded. And now the old chap would be as pleased as Punch, for Mrs. Gradman, he knew, had a weak heart, and their son had lost a leg in the War.
What do you say to leaving him five thousand?" and his surprise, seeing the difficulty there had been in getting Timothy to leave anything, when Timothy had nodded. And now the old chap would be as pleased as Punch, for Mrs. Gradman, he knew, had a weak heart, and their son had lost a leg in the War.
Soames skewered the document on to a number of other papers and hung up his hat. "I want to look at my Will and Marriage Settlement, Gradman." Old Gradman, moving to the limit of his swivel chair, drew out two drafts from the bottom lefthand drawer. Recovering his body, he raised his grizzle-haired face, very red from stooping. "Copies, Sir." Soames took them.
Half-the-clerk stood beside him, with a broker's note recording investment of the proceeds from sale of the Bryanston Square house, in Roger Forsyte's estate. Soames took it, and said: "Vancouver City Stock. H'm. It's down today!" With a sort of grating ingratiation old Gradman answered him: "Ye-es; but everything's down, Mr. Soames." And half-the-clerk withdrew.
"Well, put him in; but I want somebody who'll take a personal interest. There's no one that I can see." "What about Mr. Valerius, now he's come home?" "Val Dartie? With that father?" "We-ell," murmured Gradman, "he's been dead seven years the Statute runs against him." "No," said Soames. "I don't like the connection." He rose.
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 seven million. 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.
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."
Old Gradman was leaning forward, convulsively gripping a stout black knee with each of his thick hands; his mouth had fallen open so that the gold fillings of three teeth gleamed; his eyes were blinking, two tears rolled slowly out of them. Soames read hastily on.
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