Newton picked it up, and, without Nicholas observing him, put it into his own pocket.

"Now, good-bye, nephew; take away my brother, pray.
It's a good thing, I can tell you, sometimes to find out an uncle." "I trust my conduct will prove me deserving of your kindness," replied Newton, who was overjoyed at the unexpected issue of the meeting.
"I hope it will, young man.

Good morning.

Now, take away your father, I'm busy;" and old Forster pulled out his spectacles, and recommenced his brief.
Newton went up to his father, touched him on the shoulder, and said in a low tone, and nodding his head towards the door--"Come, father." Nicholas got upon his legs, retreated a few steps, then turned round--"Brother, didn't you say something about a letter I was to put in the post ?" "No, I didn't," replied John, shortly, not raising his eyes from the brief.
"Well, I really thought I heard something--" "Come, father; my uncle's busy." "Well, then, good-bye, brother." "Good-bye," replied John, without looking up; and Newton with his father, quitted the room.
No conversation passed during the walk to the inn, except an accidental remark of Nicholas, that it appeared to him that his brother was very busy.
When they arrived Newton hastened to open the enclosure, and found in it the draft for L500, which his uncle had ordered to be filled up the day before.

Nicholas was lost in astonishment; and Newton, although he had already gained some insight into his uncle's character, was not a little surprised at his extreme liberality.
"Now," cried Nicholas, rubbing his hands, "my improvement upon the duplex;" and the subject brought up by himself again led him away, and he was in deep thought.
There was one little piece of advice upon the envelope--"When you cash the draft take the number of your notes." This was all; and it was carefully attended to by Newton, who took but L20, and left the remainder in the hands of the banker.