He'll die worth a million or two, and Ted is his only son.

I was a fool to lend that money to Ted, but we saw a great deal of each other at one time, and when he came asking for ten thousand--a mere nothing for a fellow of his expectations--nobody thought his father could live a year, but the old man has held out all this time, and Ted, the rascal, kept swearing he couldn't pay the interest on his debt.

Of course I could have made him; but he knew I shouldn't dare to risk the thing coming to his father's ears.

I've had altogether about three hundred pounds, instead of the four hundred a year he owed me--it was at four per cent.

Now, of course, I shall get all the arrears--but that won't pay for all the mischief that's been done." "Is it certain," asked Will, "that Strangwyn will pay ?" "Certain?
If he doesn't I sue him.