"At least you can get one day off to take me out--say to-morrow."
"To-morrow! It's my uncle's funeral."
"Well? There's no reason why you should go to it, if it is. Who expects you to go?"
For a moment it seemed as if the question had left the ready-tongued young gentleman nonplussed; but it was only for a moment.
"My dear Stella, isn't it sufficient answer to say that my uncle was the only relative I have in the world?"
"My dear Rodney, I don't wish to comment on your sudden sensitiveness where your uncle is concerned. I never dreamt that you felt for him what you seem to feel; but I suppose your connection with him will cease when he is buried?"
"In a sense, certainly."
"In all senses?"
"My dear Stella, I have already told you."
"To whom has he left his business?"