"Except the furniture," remarked George indifferently.
"That's not exactly a fortune," replied Percy, wondering how much his cousin knew about Chinese vases.
"My uncle promised I should have the furniture," said the monotonous George.
"Every man should work," observed Percy virtuously.
"I could manage tomatoes," retorted George.
"I shall be a rich man when the aunts die, while you will have nothing. I don't require to build up a business. Don't you want a home of your own, wife and children, and all that sort of thing?"
"No," said George.
"What do you want then?"
"Board and lodging, and some one to look after me," replied the candid cousin.
"Aunt Maria has said her last word. She won't keep you in idleness any longer. And I'm going to stay here until you leave the place."