I come here to attend to the affairs of some whippersnapper whom I never saw and never want to see, just because Helen Ogilvy, who was my first cousin, chooses to make me a trustee of her confounded will, in which she leaves money to the confounded whippersnapper, God knows why.
This whippersnapper has a father, a parson, who can write the most offensive letters imaginable.

I received one of them this morning, accusing the whippersnapper of all sorts of vague things, and me and my fellow trustee, who is at present enjoying himself travelling, of abetting him.

I repeat, damn Ranson, Richards and Son; damn the parson, damn Helen--no, I won't say that, for she is dead--and especially damn the whippersnapper.

Don't you agree with me ?" "Not quite, Sir," said Godfrey.

"I don't mind about Ranson, Richards and Son, or anybody else, but I don't quite see why you should damn me, who, I am sure, never wished to give you any trouble." "You! And who the Hades may you be ?" "I am Godfrey Knight, and I suppose that you are my trustee, or one of them." "Godfrey Knight, the young man whose father gives us so much trouble, all at our own expense, I may remark.