Plant said:
"What, a thousand a year! That's easy. I can live on thirty shillings a week. My dear Lady Penelope, I've done it on half a dollar a day. I'll show you."
He took one room in Bloomsbury, and sent in his bills and accounts to her weekly. She suggested he should find out if his great success in the United States had ruined any one in particular, and if so that he should compensate them. This cost him a hundred thousand dollars. Almost every other day she got a telegram something like this:
"Have found another person I ruined. Am cabling five thousand dollars to widow and orphans. Man is dead."
Or,—
"Another find. Man said to be a lunatic, but perfectly sane except on point of Trusts. Have cabled for his transfer to more comfortable asylum."
Or,—
"Widow refuses money with insults. Have settled it on daughter, and have given son job."
Or,—
"Man in question has given amount cabled to Republicans of New York. Has recovered and has started a Trust himself."