"It was that the missus made me promise to inform your missus, that she'd not forgotten her undertakin', but had made provision that she should have the money as she wished."
"The money—how much?"'
"I do not know. She did not say."
"And she has left money to Matabel?"
"I suppose so. She was always amazin' fond of her. She was a savin' woman, and had put away something of her own."
"I'll go to the Ship. I will, certainly. I ought not to have passed without a word with Simon on his loss. I suppose he's sure to know how much it is?"
"I suppose so. Missus would consult him. She made a show o' that always, but nevertheless followed her own head."
"And Simon is terrible cut up?"
"Bears it like a man."
"Here, take old Clutch; give him some oats, and kick him, he deserves it, he's been so unruly. But, stay—no. Hold his head, and I'll kick him, afore he's had his oats. He's a darned malicious old Radical. Put in some pepper to his nose when he's done his oats."