I am sorry, however, to hear that the daughter, poor girl, is dying.

I hope in God she will recover." "There is no earthly probability--nay, possibility of it--which is a stronger word--I know, my lord, she will die, and that very soon." "You know, madam! How the deuce can you know?
It is all in the hands of God.

I hope she will live to enjoy her property." "My lord, I visited the girl in her illness, and life was barely in her; I have, besides, the opinion of the physician who attended her, and of another who was called in to consult upon her state, and both have informed me that her recovery is hopeless." "And what opinion does your son, Woodward, entertain upon the subject ?" "One, my lord, in complete keeping with his generous character.

He is as anxious for her recovery as your lordship." "Well, I like that, at all events; it is a good point in him.

Yes, I like that--but, in the meantime, here are you calculating upon a contingency that may never happen.