"He leaves children, doesn't he, Mr. Drummond?"
"One child—a boy. Let me see, he must be fifteen by this time."
"And his mother isn't living?"
"No."
"Poor boy!"
"He'll be a rich boy, Mrs. Drummond, and I'll tell you what, I shouldn't wonder if we had a good chance to know him."
"How so?"
"It's likely I will be appointed his guardian. I'm the nearest relative, so that will be the most proper course."
"Will he come here, then?" asked Joshua.