The duke laughed easily.
"Who cares? Not you, who, I dare say, have had your enjoyment out of it; not I, who have more money than I know what to do with. How much? Shall we say a thousand, Yorke?"
Yorke Auchester's face flushed.
"I should like to say it is too much," he said. "But you wouldn't believe me if I did, Dolph."
The duke smiled.
"I certainly should not. I can guess how quickly money flies when one is young and strong, blessed with youth's appetite for pleasure."
He filled in the check in a sharp, pointed hand and gave it to his cousin.
"There you are. You must spend some of it down here for the honor of the name."
Yorke laughed.
"All right," he said, "though I don't quite know what I can buy. Sixpence in periwinkles would go a long way."