and then you'll see."

But she never saw; she had never seen anything, and she passed away
with her fine blindness unimpaired. Her son published every scrap of
scribbled paper that could be extracted from her table-drawers, and
his sister quarrelled with him mortally about the proceeds, which
showed that she only wanted a pretext, for they cannot have been
great. I don't know what Leolin lives upon, unless it be on a queer
lady many years older than himself, whom he lately married. The last
time I met him he said to me with his infuriating smile: "Don't you
think we can go a little further still--just a little?" HE really
goes too far.