"And we two were born after he'd left?"
"So I am told."
"Well now, even in twins isn't one generally the older of the two. Which of us is the elder?"
"That I don't know. I believe there is some doubt about it, and so we look upon you both as on exactly the same level."
"Suppose Sir Denzil should die, and our father should die--we don't want them to, you understand, but one can't help wondering--which of us would be Sir Denzil?"
"That is a matter that has exercised your grandfather's mind since ever you were born, my boy, and I'm afraid we can arrive no nearer to the answer. We can only wait."
"It'll be jolly awkward," protested Jim.
"Very awkward. Some arrangement will have to be come to, of course; but exactly what, is not for me to say. Your grandfather can divide his estate between you, and as to the title----"
"We could take it turn about," suggested Jim.
"Or you may both win such new honours for yourselves that it will be of small account."