But since we are on the subject I should like just this once to assure you of my great gratitude to you, for all you have done.

And I ask you, if you will, to look after my affairs in the future with the same completeness as you have always done.
My father's will does not prevent that, does it ?" Mr.Taynton looked at the young fellow with affection.
"Dear Morris," he said gaily, "we lawyers and solicitors are always supposed to be sharks, but personally I am not such a shark as that.

Are you aware that I am paid L200 a year for my stewardship, which you are entitled to assume for yourself on your marriage, though of course its continuance in my hands is not forbidden in your father's will?
You are quite competent to look after your affairs yourself; it is ridiculous for you to continue to pay me this sum.

But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your confidence in me." A very close observer might have seen that behind Mr.Taynton's kind gay eyes there was sitting a personality, so to speak, that, as his mouth framed these words, was watching Morris rather narrowly and anxiously.
But the moment Morris spoke this silent secret watcher popped back again out of sight.
"Well then I ask you as a personal favour," said he, "to continue being my steward.

Why, it's good business for me, isn't it?
In twenty years you make me ten thousand pounds, and I only pay you L200 a year for it.
Please be kind, Mr.Taynton, and continue making me rich.