'I am come to say good-bye.'
'What? Mr. Brown sends you out to America?'
'No, it is on my own account. His correspondent at Oswego has telegraphed to him to find me, and let me know of my uncle's death.'
'Death!'
'Yes, I know no particulars.'
'And are you his heir?'
'That I do not know. Probably. I cannot bring myself to care.'
'How much is it?'
'Brown knows of fifty thousand in stock that he can lay his hand upon; but there must be more than as much again afloat in the States, in goodness knows what speculations, and I shall have to deal with it all!'
'It is well you have had an apprenticeship. The Life Guardsman would have known less about it. When do you start?'