“A fine fortune, Percival. What sort of a man is this uncle? Old?”
“No—neither old nor young.”
“A good-tempered, freely-living man? Married? No—I think my wife told me, not married.”
“Of course not. If he was married, and had a son, Lady Glyde would not be next heir to the property. I’ll tell you what he is. He’s a maudlin, twaddling, selfish fool, and bores everybody who comes near him about the state of his health.”
“A fine fortune, Percival. What sort of a man is this uncle? Old?”
“No—neither old nor young.”
“A good-tempered, freely-living man? Married? No—I think my wife told me, not married.”
“Of course not. If he was married, and had a son, Lady Glyde would not be next heir to the property. I’ll tell you what he is. He’s a maudlin, twaddling, selfish fool, and bores everybody who comes near him about the state of his health.”
