"I know, and I'm just as certain about it as though the thing was done already. But I'm not going to tell you anything more about it than I'm obliged to, and then you won't know anything about it, and can't be held responsible for it."
"I don't see how I'm go'n' to make any money by it," interposed the miser, who was more interested in this part of the plan than any other.
"Don't you, squire? How much money do you suppose Watson's worth?"
"I donno."
"More than a million! I know that to be a fact; and I shouldn't wonder if he was worth two millions: folks in Boston think he is."
"He's spendin' on't all on yacks and sech things."
"What that yacht cost to him is no more than a copper to you and me. He don't mind a hundred thousand dollars any more than you would half a cent."
"Not so much!"
"But he don't believe in throwin' on't away."
"I'm going to bleed him just seventy thousand dollars—fifty thousand for myself, and twenty thousand for you."