"I don't know. This spirit of unrest touches every one."
"Still, I'm lookin' at things broadly, sir. She's eighty-one."
"Better serve it," said Soames, "and see what she says. Oh! and Mr. Timothy? Is everything in order in case of accidents."
"I've got the inventory of his estate all ready; had the furniture and pictures valued so that we know what reserves to put on. I shall be sorry when he goes, though. 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. I hope Miss Fleur—"
"Well enough, but gads about too much."
"Ye-es," grated Gradman; "she's young."