Madame Merle shook her head with a wise and now quite benignant smile. "How very delicious! After she has done that two or three times she＇ll get used to it."Then after a silence, "What does your son think of it?" she abruptly asked.
"He left England before the will was read—used up by his fatigue and anxiety and hurrying off to the south. He＇s on his way to the Riviera and I＇ve not yet heard from him. But it＇s not likely he＇ll ever object to anything done by his father."