... Provided always...' and so on, in seven
folios of brief and simple phraseology.
The Will had been drawn by James in his palmy days. He had foreseen
almost every contingency.
Old Jolyon sat a long time reading this Will; at last he took half a
sheet of paper from the rack, and made a prolonged pencil note; then
buttoning up the Will, he caused a cab to be called and drove to the
offices of Paramor and Herring, in Lincoln's Inn Fields. Jack Herring
was dead, but his nephew was still in the firm, and old Jolyon was
closeted with him for half an hour.
He had kept the hansom, and on coming out, gave the driver the
address--3, Wistaria Avenue.
He felt a strange, slow satisfaction, as though he had scored a victory
over James and the man of property. They should not poke their noses
into his affairs any more; he had just cancelled their trusteeships of
his Will; he would take the whole of his business out of their hands,
and put it into the hands of young Herring, and he would move the
business of his Companies too. If that young Soames were such a man of
property, he would never miss a thousand a year or so; and under his
great white moustache old Jolyon grimly smiled. He felt that what he was
doing was in the nature of retributive justice, richly deserved.
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