He scrutinised it once, twice.

Yes, he became convinced it was true.

Then he sat down, his heart beating with joy.
"Mother!" he exclaimed.
"Didn't I SAY we should do it!" she said, pretending she was not crying.
He took the kettle off the fire and mashed the tea.
"You didn't think, mother--" he began tentatively.
"No, my son--not so much--but I expected a good deal." "But not so much," he said.
"No--no--but I knew we should do it." And then she recovered her composure, apparently at least.

He sat with his shirt turned back, showing his young throat almost like a girl's, and the towel in his hand, his hair sticking up wet.
"Twenty guineas, mother! That's just what you wanted to buy Arthur out.
Now you needn't borrow any.

It'll just do." "Indeed, I shan't take it all," she said.
"But why ?" "Because I shan't." "Well--you have twelve pounds, I'll have nine." They cavilled about sharing the twenty guineas.