"No matter how little you've got to leave, it's just as well it should go where you want it to go without trouble or difficulty.

And there's generally a quarrel over every Will." "I hope there's no chance of any quarrel over mine," said Helmsley, with a touch of anxiety.
"Oh no! Not the least in the world! Even if you were as great a millionaire as the man who happens to bear the same name as yourself, the Will would hold good." "Thank you!" And Helmsley placed on the lawyer's desk more than his rightful fee, which that respectable personage accepted without any hesitation.

"I'm very much obliged to you.

Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" And Mr.Owlett leaned back in his chair, blandly surveying his visitor.

"I suppose you quite understand that, having made your legatee, Mary Deane, your sole executrix likewise, you give her absolute control ?" "Oh yes, I quite understand that!" answered Helmsley.