'I'm getting old, Cornelia,' he said, 'and I've no chick or child of my own.

Leslie won't take a gift from a living man, but mebbe she will from a dead one.' So it will be all right as far as THAT goes.

I wish everything else might be settled as satisfactorily.

As for that wretch of a Dick, he's been awful these last few days.

The devil was in him, believe ME! Leslie and I couldn't get on with our work for the tricks he'd play.