“Nothing lasts forever,” Urquhart says to a framed picture of Maggie Thatcher.
Even more emphatically, Urquhart—with a roguish smile—turns her picture facedown on his desk.
Vera, who had a grain of pity in her, hoped that Urquhart had been spared; but whether he was or not she never knew.
Urquhart was a rich man, and to know that his lawyer was rich was no bad thing.
Peter and Urquhart sat down by her, and the oppressed Finn presently wandered away to talk to Lucy's father.
Upon it broke the voice of Urquhart talking to Mabel Corbet.
Mr. Bankes withdrew his motion, and Mr. Urquhart was clamoured down in a subsequent attempt to address the house upon the subject.
The Judge and Urquhart were accommodated with cigarettes, and Lancelot entertained them.
She said through her tears, "You see, I thought you were Mr. Urquhart with my wrap."
The Judge had a fit of coughing, and Urquhart got up and looked about.