With those active markets it was still easily possible though it was Saturday, to effect his sale, since there was sure to be long continued business in the Street and he had but to be able to exercise his option at that price, to be quit of that dreadful incubus of anxiety which for the last two years had been a millstone round his neck that had grown mushroom like.

The telephone to town, of course, was far the quickest mode of communication, and having given his order he waited ten minutes till the tube babbled and croaked to him again.
There is a saying that things are "too good to be true," but when Mr.
Taynton sat down to his lunch that day, he felt that the converse of the proverb was the correcter epigram.

Things could be so good that they must be true, and here, still ringing in his ears was one of them--Morris--it was thus he phrased it to himself--was "paid off," or, in more business-like language, the fortune of which Mr.Taynton was trustee was intact again, and, like a tit-bit for a good child, there was an additional five or six hundred pounds for him who had managed the trust so well.

Mr.Taynton could not help feeling somehow that he deserved it; he had increased Morris's fortune since he had charge of it by L10,000.

And what a lesson, too, he had had, so gently and painlessly taught him! No one knew better than he how grievously wrong he had got, in gambling with trust money.