"Yes! I quite understand. I have charge of that money. Gore came a few months ago, and I gave him fifty pounds or so. That was after he quarrelled with you, Sir Simon. Since then I have not seen him."
"Then he does not know that I am in Crimea Square."
"Not that I know of. Certainly not from me. Is he in town?"
It was Beryl who answered this. "Bernard has enlisted as an Imperial Yeoman," said he.
"Then I think the more of him," said Durham quickly. "Every man who can, should go to the Front."
"Why don't you go yourself, Durham?"
"If I had not my business to look after I certainly should," replied the lawyer. "But regarding Mr. Gore. Will you make any provision for him, Sir Simon?"
"I can't say. He deserves nothing. I leave it to Julius."
"Should the money come into my possession soon," said Julius, virtuously, "a thing I do not wish, since it means your death, dear uncle, I should certainly allow Bernard two hundred a year."
"Out of ten thousand," put in Durham. "How good of you!"