"Yes, and Hickey. I intended to surprise you. Hickey had a longing to travel. He is now driving Taxi No. 1 in Santiago, and learning Spanish mornings. When the old car will no longer run we'll build a little private museum for her in our back yard. When we get old we'll go look at it together and remind each other of the brisk days of our youth."
"We'll never grow old inside anyway...."
"Amy, dear, there's one thing that troubles my peace."
"What is that?"
"De Socotra's money."
"It was all left to mamma."
"But I suppose it will come to you in time. How could we take it?"
"I have thought of that. We needn't take it if you will help me lie once more and for the last time."
"How?"
"I have been trying to persuade mamma to buy herself a sufficient annuity and then devote all the rest to philanthropic works. She objects that she must make provision for me. But if we allow her to think that you have sufficient——"