"Did he?"
"You know he did. He flung two sixes. Bless my heart, doctor, you must remember that!"
"I do, perfectly. And you—what did you throw?"
"I—well, I—"
"You threw the dice, and the box with 'em, out of the window: that's what you did."
"Very well, then. That settles it. I don't back out of my luck."
"Gentlemen," said Dr. Beckerleg, clearing his throat, "I have something to tell you. It is a fact, and I don't pretend to explain it. You know the proverb about doctors and their unbelief. Well, if I had been inclined—and I am not—to deny a controlling wisdom in this scheme of things, I should have been startled somewhat when Captain Barker flung those two sixes. That apparent chance should give an approval so decided to Captain Barker's adoption of this orphan child was, to say the least, remarkable: for I thought then, and now I am sure, that no better father could be found for the babe."
"That's what I say," Captain Runacles put in.
"Do not interrupt me, please. I say no better father could be found. I did not say that none could be found as good. My dear Runacles, you tossed the dice out of the window and flounced off in a huff. As they had been borrowed, and without their owner's consent, I thought fit to step across the street and pick them up. They were lying not a yard apart in the gutter. You were wrong, captain, in not giving them a look."
"Why?"