“Yes, stupid—you: my money.”
“Oh!”
“Listen—don’t sit there staring and just say, ‘I! Oh! Ah!’ as if you were trying to sing: ‘Do—re—mi—fa—sol—la.’ You are to manage Stephen.”
“Instead of handling Bransby,” Latham said with light sarcasm.
But Mrs. Hilary beamed on him approvingly. “Exactly.”
“It occurs to me,” Latham remarked softly, “that you intend me to renounce medicine for diplomacy.”
“They’re much the same thing—but—oh! I’ll manage it all really.”
“Yes—I inferred that. Now, please, the details. To begin at the beginning, you wish to endow Pryde with your fortune.”
“I wish to do nothing of the sort,” she said severely. “I am going to lend him part of it; or rather invest it in him. I shall get it all back a thousand times.”
“Good interest!”