His heavy eyebrows were drawn down, and his forehead all puckered with thought.
"You are the one man," continued the sufferer, "whom I know to be just and upright.

Give me the water, for my mouth is dry.

Should, which God forbid, my dear girl perish before she marries, then--" His breath failed him for a moment, and he paused to recover it.
"Well, what then ?" "Then, old friend, her fortune reverts to you, for there is none who will use it so well.

Those are the terms of the will.

But you will guard her and care for her, as I would myself.