He drank glass after glass;
he flung his arms about; he capered.
'Damn me if you shall call me that, Scaw! Two hundred it shall be.
But what was the old cove up to? Why did he destroy the other will?
What would the new one have been?'
'Can't answer either question, but it's probably as well for you
that _to-morrow_ never comes.'
'Now just see how things turn out!' went on the other, in the joy of
his heart. 'All the thought and the trouble that I've gone through
this last year, when I might have taken it easy and waited for
chance to make me rich! Look at Kirkwood's business. There was you
and me knocking our heads together and raising lumps on them, as you
may say, to find out a plan of keeping him and Jane apart, when all
the while we'd nothing to do but to look on and wait, if only we'd
known. Now this is what I call the working of Providence,
Scawthorne. Who's going to say after this, that things ain't as they
should be? Everything's for the best, my boy; I see that clearly
enough.'
'Decidedly,' assented Scawthorne, with a smile. 'The honest man is
always rewarded in the long run. And that reminds me; I too have had
a stroke of luck.
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