He often spoke to me about money, and told me what a solemn trust riches were.

He charged me like the man in the parable not to bury my talent in a napkin, but to put it out to usury.

He said that he made you my guardian, because you were the most unworldly-minded man he knew, and he told me many times that although he could not give me absolute control of my money before I was twenty-one, yet that no reasonable wish of mine would be refused by you." "And you call this a reasonable wish ?" "I do.

And so would my father if he were alive.

Bring his face once again before you, Rector, and you will agree with me." The Rector sat down in his arm-chair, and shaded his eyes with one of his long white hands.