"I was thinking of something else," said Bonbright.
Richmond looked at the young man obliquely. He had heard that Bonbright was queer. This rumor seemed not without foundation. Richmond could not comprehend how a young man could think of anything else when he had just learned that he was several tunes a millionaire.
"Sit down," said Bonbright. "This, of course, makes a difference."
Richmond seated himself, and drew documents from his green bag. For half an hour he discussed the legal aspects of the situation and explained to Bonbright what steps must be taken at once.
"I think that is all that will be necessary to-day," he said, finally.
"Very well…. There is no reason why affairs may not go on for a couple of days as they are—as if father were alive?"
"No, I see no reason why they should not."
"Very well, then…. Will you see to it? The—the funeral will be on
Saturday. Monday I shall be in the office."
"I hope you will call upon me for any assistance or advice you find necessary…. Or for any service of whatsoever nature…. Good afternoon…. Will you convey my sympathy to Mrs. Foote?"
The rest of that day, and of the days that followed it, Bonbright was trying to find the answer to the question, What does this mean to me? and to its companion question, What shall I do with it?