When, however, the unamiable qualities of Captain Salt reached his ear, he would doubtless have made some alteration in the will, but for the tidings of that officer's death in the Low Countries.

He had such confidence in the surviving trustee--" "Man alive!" Captain Runacles broke in, "if you are talking of yourself, let me advise you to quit England by the first ship that sails.

The child is already furnished with a guardian--a guardian, my dear sir, who will nullify your legal claim upon the child by the simple expedient of taking your life." "But, excuse me--" "You will waive your claim, of course.

But let me advise you also to conceal it; for Captain Barker is quite capable, should he get hold of this will, of regarding your mere existence as an insult." "But, dear me--if you'll allow me to speak--I am not talking of myself." "No ?" "No; I am not the child's legal guardian." "I congratulate you.

But who is it, then ?" "It is you, Captain Runacles." "What!" The Captain leapt up and glared at Mr.Finch incredulously.
"Here is a copy of the will; read for yourself.