"I can't split hairs," he said, "or enter on an argument of sentimental casuistry.

But I tell you this, Morris, although you are my only son, and the last of our name, that rather than do such a thing, under all the circumstances, it would be better that you should take a pistol and blow your brains out." "Very probably," answered Morris, "but would you mind telling me also what are the exact circumstances which would in your opinion so aggravate this particular case ?" "You have a copy of your uncle Porson's will in that drawer; give it me." Morris obeyed, and his father searched for, and read the following sentence: "In consideration of the forthcoming marriage between his son Morris and my daughter Mary, the said testator remits all debts and obligations that may be due to his estate by the said Richard Monk, Lieutenant Colonel, Companion of the Bath, and an executor of this will." "Well," said Morris.
"Well," replied the Colonel coolly, "those debts in all amounted to 19,543 pounds.

No wonder you seem astonished, but they have been accumulating for a score of years.

There's the fact, any way, so discussion is no use.

Now do you understand?
'In consideration of the forthcoming marriage,' remember." "I shall be rich some day; that machine you laugh at will make me rich; already I have been approached.