you know, I made seven thousand quid last year, and spent half that. I live on half my income; always have done; always shall. Good principle! I’m a man of business, I am, Carl Foster. Give the public what they want, and save half your income — that’s the ticket. Look at me. I’ve got to act the duke; it pays, so I do it. I am a duke. I get twopence apiece royalty on my photographs. That’s what you’ll never reach up to, not if you’re the biggest doctor in the world.” He laughed. “By the way, how’s Jem getting along? Still practising at Totnes?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Doing well?”

“Oh! So — so! You see, we haven’t got seven thousand a year, but we’ve got five hundred each, and Jem’s