"Well, my dear?"
"Vourienne must decorate the rooms."
"My dear, his charges are enormous."
"So is my fortune, Aunt Middleton," laughed Claudia.
"Very well," sighed the lady.
"And—aunt?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Devizac must supply the supper."
"Claudia, you are mad! Everything that man touches turns to gold—for his own pocket."
Claudia shrugged her shoulders.