‘Yes, I think we do. I mean to say, we are quite sure he meant to alter this. Yottle was expecting the new will.’
‘Death took him before he could make it. He left this.’
Her quiet opposition was breath to the fire of his jealousy. He could no longer maintain his voice of argument.
‘It just means this: you won’t hear anything against the will, and you’re glad of it.’
‘Your loss is mine.’
He looked at her and again drew nearer.
‘It’s not very likely that you’ll stay to share it.’
‘Stay?’ She watched his movements with apprehension. ‘How can I separate my future from yours?’
He desired to touch her, to give some sign of his mastery, whether tenderly or with rude force mattered little.
‘It’s easy to say that, but we know it doesn’t mean much.’