“Yes, I think the apostle spoons could have gone as rent,” said Margaret. Seeing that her aunt did not understand, she added: “You remember ‘rent.’ It was one of father’s words–Rent to the ideal, to his own faith in human nature. You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say, ‘It’s better to be fooled than to be suspicious’–that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidence-trick is the work of the devil.”
Not too sure about the ending of this one… I seem to have read a few books recently where characters drop dead for no discernible reason at the end of the book. At least it is not as silly as The Black Tulip I suppose.