“I don’t think that I should make any exceptions if I were you,” she said in a low voice. “Loving people can be a great nuisance.”
“You have found it so?” said Tab icily polite.
“I have found it so,” she repeated and went on quickly: “What is Rex going to do with life? He is very wealthy. Curiously enough I never dreamt that Mr. Trasmere would leave him everything. He used to grumble about Mr. Lander’s laziness to me, but I suppose he had not made any preparation for his terribly sudden end, and Mr. Lander inherited by right of relationship. He was Mr. Trasmere’s next of kin, was he not?”
“I believe he was,” said Tab, “but the dear old man made a will, written in his own hand, leaving Rex everything.”
He heard a crash and stared stupidly at the cup that had fallen to the floor and broken, and then looked up in amazement at Ursula. She was standing stiffly erect, her face as pale as death, staring at him.
“Say that again,” she said hollowly.
“What?” he asked puzzled. “About Rex inheriting the property? You knew that.”
She stood with compressed lips and then:
“Oh my God!” she whispered. “Oh my God, how dreadful!”
In a second he was by her side, his arm about her.