And a nice little inheritance it is too.

It deserves to be talked about, I assure you.

My annual income exceeds a million and a half!" "A million and a half!" cried the artisan, in consternation; and he gazed wonderingly at the magnate, as if he scarce believed that any man in the world could be worth a million and a half a year.
"Yes, a million and a half awaits my successor, and even under the sod I should be tortured by the thought that my ancestral estates, for which far better men than I shed their blood, were being scattered to the winds by a worthless descendant, were dribbling away piecemeal and passing into the hands of usurers, shopkeepers, and aliens, and all through the very man who, so far from weeping at my death, will be ready to dance for joy at it.

I mean to deprive him of that satisfaction." "May I give you a piece of advice, sir ?" "There's no need of that.

You've only got to listen to me." Then, seizing the hand of the artisan, to rivet his attention the better, he thus proceeded: "There is one way of drawing a blood-red cross through all Abellino's calculations--for I want to draw blood, I want to wound him to the very heart, because he has insulted me--and that one way is for me to marry." Here Karpathy stopped, and threw himself back in his chair, as if waiting to see what the artisan would say to that.