decorative female you are, Theresa,â he remarked appreciatively.
Theresa said sharply:
âWhatâs the matter?â Charles grinned.
âSharp, arenât you? Well, I stole a march on you, my girl! Thought Iâd make my touch before you got to work.â
âWell?â
Charles spread his hands downwards in negation.
âNothing doing! Aunt Emily ticked me off good and proper. She intimated that she was under no illusions as to why her affectionate family had gathered round her! And she also intimated that the said affectionate family would be disappointed. Nothing being handed out but affectionâand not so much of that.â
âYou might have waited a bit,â said Theresa drily.
Charles grinned again.
âI was afraid you or Tanios might get in ahead of me. Iâm sadly afraid, Theresa my sweet, that thereâll be nothing doing this time. Old Emily is by no means a fool.â
âI never thought she was.â
âI even tried to put the wind up her.â
âWhat dâyou mean?â asked his sister sharply.
âTold her she was going about it the right way to get bumped off. After all she canât take the dibs to heaven with her. Why not loosen up a bit?â
âCharles, you are a fool!â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâm a bit of a psychologist in my way. Itâs never a bit of good sucking up to the old girl. She much prefers you to stand up to her. And after all, I was only talking sense. We get the money when she diesâshe might just as well part with a little beforehand! Otherwise the temptation to help her out of the way might become overwhelming.â
âDid she see your point?â asked Theresa, her delicate mouth curling up scornfully.
âIâm not sure. She didnât admit it. Just thanked me rather nastily for my advice and said she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. âWell,â I said, âIâve warned you.â âIâll remember it,â she said.â
Theresa said angrily:
âReally, Charles, you are an utter fool.â
âDamn it all, Theresa, I was a bit ratty myself! The old girlâs rollingâsimply rolling. I bet she doesnât spend a tenth part of her incomeâwhat has she got to spend it on, anyway? And here weareâyoung, able to enjoy lifeâand to spite us sheâs capable of living to a hundredâ¦.I want my fun nowâ¦.So do youâ¦.â
Theresa nodded.
She said in a low, breathless voice:
âThey donât understandâold people donâtâ¦.they canâtâ¦.They donât know what it is to live! â
Brother and sister were silent for some minutes.
Charles got up.
âWell, my love, I wish you better success than Iâve had. But I rather doubt it.â
Theresa said:
âIâm rather counting on Rex to do the trick. If I can make old Emily realize how brilliant he is, and how it matters terrifically that he should have his chance and not have to sink into a rut as a general practitioner⦠Oh, Charles, a few thousand of capital just at this minute would make all the difference in the world to our lives!â
âHope you get it, but I donât think you will. Youâve got through a bit too much capital in riotous living in your time. I say, Theresa, you donât think the dreary Bella or the dubious Tanios will get anything, do you?â
âI donât see that money would be any good to Bella. She goes about looking like a ragbag and her tastes are purely domestic.â
âOh, well,â said Charles, vaguely. âI expect she wants things for those unprepossessing children of hers, schools, and plates for their front teeth and music lessons. And anyway it isnât Bellaâitâs Tanios. I bet heâs got a nose for money all right! Trust a Greek for that. You know heâs got through most of Bellaâs? Speculated with it and lost it