You can't, in fact." Mr.Taynton stroked the tablecloth for a moment with a plump white forefinger.
"Crabbed age and youth," he remarked.

"But crabbed age makes an appeal to youth, if youth will kindly call to mind what crabbed age referred to some five minutes ago.

In other words, will you, or will you not, Morris, spend a very dry three hours at my office, looking into the account of my stewardship?
There was thirty thousand pounds, and there now is--or should we say 'are'-- forty.

It will take you not less than two hours, and not more than three.

But since my stewardship may come to an end, as I said, any day, I should, not for my own sake, but for yours, wish you to see what we have done for you, and--I own this would be a certain private gratification to me--to learn that you thought that the trust your dear father reposed in us was not misplaced." There was something about these simple words which touched Morris.