"When gentlemen dress as you do, and buy their kid gloves by the dozen," said the doctor, archly. "Well, whence would you find the means to set yourself up in practice?"
"That's what I want to ask you about, Uncle Hugh. I dare say you remember, when there was so much talk about that will of my aunt Ann's, that it was said I had a share in it."
"Indeed, Frank, I don't. I remember I was told that she had not left anything to me; and I really remember no more."
"Then you cannot tell me what the amount was?" exclaimed Frank, in accents of disappointment. "I thought perhaps Uncle Francis might have told you."
Dr. Raynor shook his head. "I have no idea, Frank, whether it was one pound or one thousand. Or many thousands."
"You see, sir, if I knew the exact sum, I could think about my plans with more certainty."
"Just so, Frank. As it is, your plans must be somewhat like castles in the air."
"I recollect quite well Uncle Francis telling me that I came in for a good slice. That was the exact phrase: 'in for a good slice.' He had read the will, you know. I wonder he did not mention it to you."
"All I recollect, or know, about it is, that Francis wrote me word that nothing was left to me. He said he had remonstrated with Ann—your aunt—at leaving my name out of the will, and that she ordered him, in return, to mind his own business. I do not care for it myself; I do not, I am sure, covet any of the money Ann may leave; though I could have wished she had not quite passed over Edina."
"She must have a good deal of money, Uncle Hugh, apart from Eagles' Nest."