"Don't ask me to expound it now! It's a sad muddle. Let it alone. I know nothing of business. If I myself were to take the matter in hand, I should break short off the poor little silken thread of my expectancy. In a better world than this I think I should be listened to. But in this hard world there's small bestowal of ideal justice. There is no doubt, I fancy, that, a hundred years ago, we suffered a palpable wrong. But we made no appeal at the time, and the dust of a century now lies heaped upon our silence. Let it rest!"
"What is the estimated value of your interest?"
"We were instructed from the first to accept a compromise. Compared with the whole property, our utmost right is extremely small. Simmons talked of eighty-five thousand dollars. Why eighty-five I 'm sure I don't know. Don't beguile me into figures."
"Allow me one more question. Who is actually in possession?"
"A certain Mr. Richard Searle. I know nothing about him."
"He is in some way related to you?"
"Our great-grandfathers were half-brothers. What does that make?"
"Twentieth cousins, say. And where does your twentieth cousin live?"
"At Lockley Park, Herefordshire."
