"That was kind!" he snorted, in anger. "What a kind man this Skinflint is!"
And Doctor Luke continued:
"'I'm fair obliged,' said Tom. 'That's kind, sir.'
"'Nothin' like kindness t' ease sorrow,' said Skinflint Sam. 'Your father died in debt, lad.'
"'Ay, sir?'
"'Deep.'
"'How much, sir?'
"'I'm not able t' tell offhand,' said Sam. ''Twas deep enough. But never you care. You'll be able t' square it in course o' time. You're young an' hearty. An' I'll not be harsh. I'm no skinflint!'
"'That's kind, sir.'
"'You—you—will square it?'