Not long after she gets home, there's another phone call. 

"Are you Chu Chu?" says an unpleasant voice.

... Why is he calling her? "Yes, is there something I can do to help?"

"Apparently you've inherited everything my brother owns."

"--I have?"

"Yes." He sounds disgusted. "Two witnesses and they swear up and down he wasn't drunk. Somehow."

He changed his will. Without telling her. She wants to ask when he did this, but now is not the time. "I'm sorry."

"So, congratulations, you have seven thousand pounds a year."

"I-- what."

"Did you not know?"

"He didn't tell me either."

"My brother is, as always, a master at communication. --He's the adopted son of Frederick John, who founded the John Shipping Company. His share of the family wealth amounts to about seven thousand pounds a year if you don't spend the principal, and it's yours."

She is not going to judge him too harshly, seeing as he probably assumed he would have... time to tell her. "I. Uh. Thank you."

"Do you. Does he in fact. Um. Have." Stiffly: "if there is another member of the John family we would want to welcome him. Even if there were... irregularities... in his conception. They can be straightened out."

She feels kind of bad about not giving this man a nephew, even if that makes no sense. "Unfortunately, no, there isn't it."

Equally stiffly: "You were clearly. Um. Important to my brother. Do you want to come to dinner."

He sounds like someone is pulling this sentence out of him with pliers.

"If it wouldn't cause you any trouble."

"Yes. That would be. Nice. Next Friday? I can send a car. --And of course you are invited to the. Funeral."

"Thank you'll, I'll be sure to go. To both."

A long, awkward pause.

"Do you... need anything?" 

"I'm fine. ...do you... need anything?"

"No."

And now he is going to end this unpleasant conversation.

Honestly, fair enough.

She'd better go back to studying while crying.