"If you think that," she said, scornfully, "a reputable use to make of your money."
He held out his hand.
"My dear Miss Scott. Our money!"
"The money," she exclaimed. "I repeat, the money. Well, there is nothing more to be said about it."
"Will you sign the papers which authorize me to distribute the money in this way?"
She thought for a moment.
"No; I will not."
"Exactly. You would be very foolish and very untrue to your principles if you did. So you see, this sum is not to be foisted altogether upon me, for there is no doubt that I should misuse it. Now I believe that if you were to give the matter a little consideration you could hit upon a more reasonable manner of laying out this sum. Don't interrupt me, please. My own views as to charity you know. You however look at the matter from an altogether different point of view. Let us leave it where it is for the moment. Something may occur to you within the next few months. Don't let it be a hospital, if you can help it—something altogether original would be best. Set your brain to work. I shall be at your service at any moment."
He rose to his feet and began slowly to collect his belongings. Then their eyes met, and she burst out laughing—he too smiled.
"You are very ingenious, Lord Arranmore," she said.