A Letter
“Very inconsiderate, that’s what I call it,” said Lord Caterham.
He spoke in a gentle, plaintive voice and seemed pleased with the adjective he had found.
“Yes, distinctly inconsiderate. I often find these self-made men are inconsiderate. Very possibly that is why they amass such large fortunes.”
He looked mournfully out over his ancestral acres, of which he had today regained possession.
His daughter, Lady Eileen Brent, known to her friends and society in general as “Bundle,” laughed.
“You’ll certainly never amass a large fortune,” she observed dryly, “though you didn’t do so badly out of old Coote, sticking him for this place. What was he like? Presentable?”