"You can't. I am my own master and over age."
"You are not master of your money."
"I shall be in two years."
"Quite so, and Zara, who must be a most self-denying person, is willing to wait until you are rich in two years. I understand; but in the meantime, Ferdy, what if I stop your allowance?"
"I shall go to law," said Ferdy, pompously.
"I am afraid that won't do you much good," retorted his sister, with a calm smile. "In the first place, you have no money, and no lawyer will undertake the case unless certain fees are paid down. In the second place, you will fail in your action. The will is perfectly clear as to my powers and duties as guardian. I have full power to do what I like until you are legally of age in two years."
"It's an infernal shame," muttered Ferdy, who had sense enough to see that she spoke the truth.
"I don't think so, and any sensible person who understood the position of things would not think so either. However, you can see that it is waste of time for you to go to law. What else can you do?"
"I can go on the stage."
"With Zara?"