“I was not at the reading of the will, your Grace,” replied Mr. Gregge, still full of his own wrongs.
“But I am sure you know all about it.”
“I have heard something from Messrs. Wilton and Somers,” he answered cautiously, naming the London solicitors of the late dukes.
“Well, what rights have I?”
“Your rights are limited, madam; exceedingly limited. At least I believe so. I have no positive information.”
Her pretty teeth shut tightly together. He seemed to her less polite and deferential than usual.
“I do as I like with the children, don’t I?” she asked angrily.
“Subject to their guardians’ approval.”
“That is to say, I don’t?”
He was silent.