“More, I imagine. Did you ever know what you spent?”
“No.”
“Well, is it to be this Mr. Stanhope?”
“No. He never gave me a thought. Why should I endow him and his whelps? Let the lot go to the County Council in aid of the county orphanage. By Jove, that’s a good idea! I like that.”
“Anything else?” demanded the lawyer.
“Yes. You and Mr. Herbert are to be the trustees.”
“The deuce we are. Who said so?”
“I say so. You are to receive £50 a year each from the estate for administering it.”
“Ah. That gilds the pill. Next?”