"Is he so very rich?" There was a hint of curiosity in the tone.
Rodney Temple shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, rich enough. It would pretty well clean him out; but, then, that would do him good."
"Do him good—how?"
"He's spoiling for work, that fellow is. Since he's had all that money he's been of no use to himself or to anybody else. He's like good capital tied up in a stocking instead of being profitably invested."
"And yet we could hardly put ourselves in a humiliating situation just to furnish Mr. Davenant with an incentive for occupation, could we, Cousin Rodney?"
"I dare say not."
"And he isn't offering us the money merely for the sake of getting rid of it, do you think?"
"Then what is he offering it to you for?"
"That's exactly what I want to know. Haven't you any idea?"
"Haven't you?"