"The whole."
"Whew!" whistled Mr. Ephraim Huxter.—"Well, you have worked your cards well, that's a fact."
"I'll thank you, Ephraim," said Mrs. Oakley, with dignity, "not to use such low language, or indulge in such insinuations. I did my duty by my husband, and he showed his confidence in me by leaving me his property."
"Well, perhaps that's the right way to put it," said Mr. Huxter. "I'm glad you have feathered your nest so well."
"I must again request you not to indulge in such language," said Mrs. Oakley, in tones of displeasure.
Mr. Huxter was evidently perplexed.
"Come, Jane," said he, "there's no use in trying to deceive me. You made a good thing of it in marrying old Oakley, and you needn't pretend to be broken-hearted because he is dead, and has left you his fortune."
"Hush!" said Mrs. Oakley, closing the door; "what if the servants should hear you talking in this way?"
"Well, there is something in that. That girl of yours that came to the door took me for a peddler. She wasn't going to let me in."