Don't talk any more of it.

It makes me sad to think of it." "But," persisted Dolly, "I could never understand why a famous man like Sir Edmond Scudamore--a physician in large practice, and head doctor to the King, as you have often told us--could possibly have died in that sort of way, without leaving any money, or at least a quantity of valuable furniture and jewels.

And he had not a number of children, papa, to spend all his money, as I do yours, whenever I get the chance; though you are growing so dreadfully stingy now that I never can look even decent." "My dear, it is a very long sad story.

Not about my stinginess, I mean--though that is a sad story, in another sense, but will not move my compassion.

As to Sir Edmond, I can only tell you now that, while he was a man of great scientific knowledge, he knew very little indeed of money matters, and was not only far too generous, but what is a thousand times worse, too trustful.