I've had my say.

It'll come right, Lottie, you'll see." The woman smiled again, and glanced around the bare walls of the room.
"And I suppose," she said, drily, "when it comes right I'm to take the place of your sister in the charge of this workhouse and succeed to the keys of that safe in the other room ?" "It'll come all right, I tell you; you can fix things up here any way you'll like when we get the old man straight," said Jack, with the iteration of feebleness.

"And as to that safe, I've seen it chock full of securities." "It'll hold one less to-night," she said, looking at the fire.
"What are you talking about ?" he asked, in querulous suspicion.
She drew a paper from her pocket.
"It's that draft of yours that you were crazy enough to sign Dawson's name to.

It was lying out there on the desk.

I reckon it isn't a thing you care to have kept as evidence, even by your father." She held it in the flames until it was consumed.
"By Jove, your head is level, Lottie!" he said, with an admiration that was not, however, without a weak reserve of suspicion.
"No, it isn't, or I wouldn't be here," she said, curtly.