Your poor father begged me--' 'Oh, Rowland, I can't stand any more about my father.

Everybody knows what he was, and, I suppose, nobody expects me to live in the same line.
I am emancipated, thank heaven! and the world shall soon know it.' 'Still, he was your father.' 'No one knows that better than I do, I should imagine; but if you expect me to mourn as others do for a parent, you will be disappointed.

He never showed me one token of love, or acted by me as a father from the day of my birth till his death.' 'At least he has left you and your mother handsomely provided for, and with his last words, hoped that you were now very steady.' 'He did! I wonder who dares to say that I am not steady?
But how do you know how we are provided for ?' 'He begged me to write down what he was worth.

I will give it you at some future period, but not now.' 'Why not now ?' 'Because I think it is scarcely yet a time to consider money matters.
After the last duties are performed you shall have the paper.

Part of his property is written down, but a box of gold and some other sums he did not name.