Waiter, three cocktails immediately," he ordered, turning round.

"I must drink your health, Mr.Tavernake--I must drink your health at once." Tavernake leaned forward towards Beatrice.
"I wonder," he suggested, "whether you would not rather be alone with your father." She shook her head.
"You know so much," she replied, "and it really doesn't seem to matter.
Tell me, father, how do you spend your time ?" "I must confess, dear," the professor said, "that I have little to do.
Your sister Elizabeth is quite generous." Beatrice sat back in her chair as though she had been struck.
"Father," she exclaimed, "listen! You are living on that money! Doesn't it seem terrible to you?
Oh, how can you do it!" The professor looked at his daughter with an expression of pained surprise.
"My dear," he explained, "your sister Elizabeth has always been the moneyed one of the family.

She has brains and I trust her.

It is not for me to inquire as to the source of the comforts she provides for me.

I feel myself entitled to receive them, and so I accept." "But, father," she went on, "can't you see--don't you know that it's his money--Wenham's ?" "It is not a matter, this, my child," the professor observed, sharply, "which we can discuss before strangers.