That's why I was going to say to you that in my will I'm going to leave you this business, you to pay my wife every year twenty thousand dollars." "And your son, Carnac ?" "Not a sou-not a sou--not a sou--nothing--that's what I meant at first.
But I've changed my mind now.

I'm going to leave you the business, if you'll make a bargain with me.

I want you to run it for three years, and take for yourself all the profits over the twenty thousand dollars a year that goes to my wife.

There's a lot of money in it, the way you'd work it." "I don't understand about the three years," said Tarboe, with rising colour.
"No, because I haven't told you, but you'll take it in now.

I'm going to leave you the business as though you were going to have it for ever, but I'll make another will dated a week later, in which I leave it to Carnac.