And, what's more, do you know what I'm going to do just, now?
I'm going off to old Todd--that's my lawyer--and I'm going to tell him to make another will and to leave every farthing I have--and that isn't much short of two millions, one way and another--to Addison and Roscoe.

They don't want it, but that don't matter.

You shan't have it--no, not a farthing of it; and I won't have a pile like that frittered away in charities and mismanagement.

There now, my fine young gentleman, just be off and see if your new business principles will get you a living." "All right, uncle; I'm going," said the young man, quietly.

"I quite understand what our quarrel means for me, and, to tell you the truth, I am not sorry.