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Jill was upstairs with her mother, Estelle.

Now that was something that I wanted to know. Was Estelle still living? You told how she talked through her daughter.

They had reconciled about a year before. Bill had bought a big farm just outside of Charlottesville, Virginia; and he was now a hunting and riding fellow. He loved riding horses and hunting. In fact, I've a picture in my office, the last picture he ever gave me, in his red hunting costume, saying, “Tally Ho, Bennett.” He was very proud of this picture and proud of his riding. He was really quite a bad rider, and what hastened his death was a very bad fall he had from a horse about a month or six weeks before he died. He never quite recovered from it. If he's looking down on me now, he'd be furious at my telling you that because he was proud of his riding.

But he had made up with his wife then?

He had made up with her since he wasn't with her too much. She didn't come up to Charlottesville too often. He saw to that.

But Jill was the apple of his eye, of course. I told you how he went to the Nobel with the suit with the one stripe, which he kept and wouldn't give back to them.