I saw him a few days before he died and I thought he looked better, and told him so.

But he only said, 'It's a great load off my mind to get everything settled, and it's a blessing not to have an heir longing to step into my shoes, and grudging me a few years longer on the earth.' Two days later he passed away in his sleep.

He was a curious, hard man, whom few cared about, but at the end there was something simple and rather pathetic about him.

I think he died content." "Thank you for telling me about him," Jean said, and there was silence for a minute.
"And now may I hear your wishes ?" said Mr.Dickson.
"Can I do just as I like with the money?
Well, will you please divide it into four parts?
That will be a quarter for each of us--David, Jock, Mhor, me." Jean spoke as if the fortune was a lump of dough and Mr.Dickson the baker, but the lawyer did not smile.
"I understood you had only two brothers ?" "Yes, David and Jock, but Mhor is an adopted brother.

His name's Gervase Taunton." "But--has he any claim on you ?" Jean's face got pink.