"I hope your confidence in me won't prove to be misplaced, Uncle Jacob."
"I know you will do your best, Bert, but it is quite possible you may fail. As the poet says: ''Tis not in mortals to command success.' I am sure you will deserve it."
"Isn't it going to cost considerable to make this journey, Uncle Jacob?"
"I think we can find money enough for it."
"I am afraid your money will soon melt away, uncle. Think how much you have spent for us already."
"You remember what I told you as to my lucky investment in the Magnet Mine. At any rate it will be worth something to vindicate your father, who, for ten long and tedious years, has been compelled to pass his life in exile under the ban of a crime which he never committed."
"Yes, Uncle Jacob, but it ought not to come out of you."
"Make yourself easy, Bert. The money we spend for worthy purposes is well invested, and we are often repaid tenfold. And now, as you are unacquainted with New York, I will take you out for a walk and show you how it looks by gaslight."
Nothing could have pleased Bert better than this proposal. They returned at nine o'clock, and both he and Uncle Jacob retired at an early hour.