“To attend my uncle's funeral.”
“What's your uncle's name?”
“The same as mine.”
“I suppose he was poor.”
“No, he was rich.”
“Was he?” repeated James, in some surprise. “What do you think he was worth?”
“About a hundred thousand dollars.”
“Sho! you don't say so. Perhaps,” continued James, with new-born respect, “he has left you something in his will.”
“I don't think so.”
“Why not?”