Why should 'e?
"He ain't left it to Jack, I s'pose ?" said Miss Kybird, who had suspended her work to listen.
"No, my dear," replied the boarding-master.

"E's made 'is will all ship-shape and proper, and 'e's left everything--all that 'ouse property and other things, amounting to over ten thousand pounds--to a young man becos 'e was jilt--crossed in love a few months ago, and becos 'e's been a good and faithful servant to 'im for years." "Don't tell me," said Mr.Kybird, desperately; "don't tell me that 'e's been and left all that money to young Teddy Silk." "Well, I won't if you don't want me to," said the accommodating Mr.
Smith, "but, mind, it's a dead secret." Mr.Kybird wiped his brow, and red patches, due to excitement, lent a little variety to an otherwise commonplace face; Mrs.Kybird's dazed inquiry.

"Wot are we a-coming to ?" fell on deaf ears; while Miss Kybird, leaning forward with lips parted, fixed her eyes intently on Mr.Smith's face.
"It's a pity 'e didn't leave it to young Nugent," said that gentleman, noting with much pleasure the effect of his announcement, "but 'e can't stand 'in: at no price; 'e told me so 'imself.

I s'pose young Teddy'll be quite the gentleman now, and 'e'll be able to marry who 'e likes." Mr.Kybird thrust his handkerchief into his tail-pocket, and all the father awoke within him.

"Ho, will 'e ?" he said, with fierce sarcasm.
"Ho, indeed! And wot about my daughter?
I 'ave 'eard of such things as breach o' promise.