SEPTIMA (_angrily_). Shut up about what? OLIVER. Jenkins. Don’t rub it in. It’s much worse for Mother than it is for us. SEPTIMA. Oh, all right! But you don’t gain anything by not being frank about it. (_The little storm dies down as suddenly as it began. There is another silence._) OLIVER. Good Lord! I’ve just thought of something. (_They look at him._) The money. WILLIAM. The money? OLIVER. All this. (_He indicates the room_) Who does it belong to? WILLIAM. According to the provisions of your Grandfather’s will—— OLIVER. Yes, but it wasn’t his to leave. WILLIAM. Not his to—— OLIVER. No, Jenkins. SEPTIMA. I thought we weren’t going to mention Mr. Jenkins. OLIVER. Shut up, Tim, that’s different. (_To the others_) All the money comes from the books—at least I suppose it does—and the books aren’t his, so the money isn’t either. WILLIAM (_turning in a bewildered way to ISOBEL_). Is that so? ISOBEL (_with a shrug_). I suppose so. WILLIAM. You say he had no family, this other man. ISOBEL. None who bothered about him. But there must be relations somewhere. WILLIAM. We shall have to find that out. ISOBEL. Anyhow, as Oliver says, the money isn’t ours. (_Bitterly_) I wouldn’t touch a penny. WILLIAM. Some of the money would be rightfully his. There was that one volume anyhow. It may not have been praised, but it was bought. Then there’s the question of his investments. It may prove that some of his most profitable investments were made about that time—with that very money. In which case, if it could be established—— ISOBEL (_indignantly_). Oh, how can you talk like that! As if it mattered. It’s tainted money, all of it. WILLIAM. I think that is going too far. Very much too far. I recognise, of course, that we have certain obligations towards the relatives of this man—er—Jenkins. Obviously we must fulfil those obligations. But when that is done—— MARION (_to ISOBEL_). We shall be generous, of course, dear, that’s only fair. OLIVER. Yes, but what are you going to do if no relations turn up? WILLIAM (_turning doubtfully to ISOBEL_). Well, there is that, of course. MARION. In that case we couldn’t do anything, could we, dear? ISOBEL. We could throw the money into the sea; we could bury it deep in the ground; we could even give it away, Marion. WILLIAM. That’s going much too far. OLIVER. It’s rather a problem, you know. SEPTIMA. It isn’t a problem at all. May I speak for a moment? I really think I have a right to say something. WILLIAM. Well?