My solicitors will send you a document full of verbiage which you had better send off to your solicitor to look through before you sign it.

It will be all right.

I'm going to take the proofs.

Of course this stops publishing," he remarked, looking round from the dressing-table where he was writing the check.
Septimus assented and took the check wonderingly, remarking that he didn't in the least know what it was for.
"For the privilege of making your fortune.

Good-by," said he.