Arthur Hornblow, John Marsh's Millions
“ The Jersey cousins would be ushered to places slightly in the background. Overhead, dominating the scene, was the oil-painting of John Marsh, swathed in crape.For the twentieth time, Jimmy, watch in hand, had gone to the front parlor window and drawn aside the blinds to see if Mr. Cooley was coming with the strong box containing the will."Tod ought to be here by this time," said Mrs. [Pg 68] Marsh anxiously, her eye on the clock. "It is eleven o'clock. The Touraine docked at nine. I ought to have gone to meet him.""Nonsense!" exclaimed her husband. "He's big enough to look after himself. ”
