"You do yourself one," she interrupted. "We're not so bad. However, the fact that we interest you so little makes it possible for you to do me a service."
"I am glad."
She waved him to a seat, and as she crossed the room he found himself wondering whether her floating gown was blue or violet or both. The primroses at her belt gave him pleasure. She gathered up some papers and laid them before him.
"I wish to make my will. This is a list of my possessions and the distribution I wish made of them."
He looked over the list, his eye appraising with surprise her investments.
"You have been very successful."
"You wish me to have this typed, signed, witnessed, and filed with your other papers?"
"If you please. I wish my body cremated and the ashes thrown into the sea," she added quietly.
He glanced at her quickly.