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" And then he mentioned a
certain venture in which the money might usefully be employed.
"How did you hear of that?" asked Mandeville with a stare; for his
cousin had laid his finger on a secret, on the very secret which
Mandeville had just decided not to reveal to him, kinsman though he was.
"I forget; somebody said something about it that made me think it would
be a good thing." Quisante's tone was vaguely puzzled; he often knew
things when he could give no account of his knowledge.
"Well, you aren't far wrong. You'll take a small profit, I suppose?
Shall I use my discretion?"
"No," smiled Quisante. "I shan't take a small profit, and I'll use mine.
But keep me well informed and you shan't be a loser."
Mr. Mandeville laughed. "One might think you had a million," he
observed. "Or are you proposing to tip me a fiver?" The thought of his
own thousands filled his tone with scorn; he did not do his speculating
with Aunt Maria's money.
"If you're too proud, I can take my business somewhere else--and the
name of the concern too," said Quisante, lighting a cigar.


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