“You need not say any more,” interrupted the Grandmother energetically. “I understand the situation. I always thought we should get something like this from him, for I always looked upon him as a futile, frivolous fellow who gave himself unconscionable airs on the fact of his being a general (though he only became one because he retired as a colonel). Yes, I know all about the sending of the telegrams to inquire whether ‘the old woman is likely to turn up her toes soon.’ Ah, they were looking for the legacies! Without money that wretched woman (what is her name?⁠—Oh, De Cominges) would never dream of accepting the General and his false teeth⁠—no, not even for him to be her lackey⁠—since she herself, they say, possesses a pile of money, and lends it on interest, and makes a good thing out of it. However, it is not you , Prascovia, that I am blaming; it was not you