It was very broad-minded of him to make such an admission, but I still couldn't see what he was driving at.
"What I mean is this, George," he went on. "Have you ever wished me dead because of my money?"
I started, hesitated a second, and then said:
"No!"
"You've never thought how much better off you'll be when I'm dead and gone? Never wished I'd—get a move on?"
"Naturally, I've realized that you'd leave most of your money to me, but I've never . . ."
"Then you must be different from everyone else. The young are always waiting for the old to die and leave them something."
"That is rather sweeping!"
"Nonsense! Don't be a hypocrite. I had just the same inclination when I was young—at any rate about distant relatives—like yourself and me, for instance."
"That is no reason why you should accuse me of such sentiments," I cried, rather testily.