"Yes, in the ground just above; I forget the number. I shall have a private hansom to drive down to Board Meetings in the City; and when I come home tired in the evening you shall entertain all the millionaires we do business with. We shall get tremendous investments over the dinner-table. Won't it be jolly?"
She yawned. "Yes, I suppose so. What will you do with my Uncle?"
"Oh, he shall be our general agent in South Africa."
"That's a long way off, and perhaps he'll get wrecked coming home. I like that part. He shall have a large memorial window."
"Yes, a huge one, or say a dozen in St. Paul's Cathedral. Of course, I shall be a great benefactor to all sorts of things, and they'll put your picture in the Sketch as the great philanthropist's wife; of course, with an interview."
"An interview all about you, I suppose?"
"No, about my great gifts to the Polytechnics, my College for Commercial Travellers, my County Council work."
"Then you can write the beastly thing yourself; so there!"
"I intend to be a very great man," said the Tenderfoot dreamily. "Of course, you must never interrupt me in the evenings when I'm busy dictating letters to my secretaries."
"What shall I do then?"