Fitz. That’s just what I want to get at. In a general way it’s sure to be something dirty. Perhaps he thinks that the property you inherit from Captain Van Brugh isn’t legally yours, and, therefore, can’t be settled by you on your daughter.
Mrs. V. B. But I inherited very little indeed from Captain Van Brugh. The bulk of my property was left me by my godfather.
Fitz. Then I’m wrong. But does Smailey know this?
Mrs. V. B. Know it! Why, of course he knows it. He’s my godfather’s nephew, and next-of-kin.
Fitz. What! His next-of-kin? Next-of-kin is a fruitful expression. I see a whole plantation of motives cropping out of “next-of-kin.” Have you a copy of the will?
Mrs. V. B. No. But Mr. Smailey has—indeed he has gone to fetch it.
Fitz. Can you tell me the terms of the legacy?
Mrs. V. B. No, not precisely. I have never seen the will. My solicitor has told me its purport in general terms.
Fitz. Are you referred to in that will by your married or maiden name?
Mrs. V. B. Oh, by my maiden name.