'I trust he enjoyed himself,' said Mrs. Sidebottom. 'He took one of the anges-à-cheval. Did he touch the ices?'
'I think not.'
'I am sorry—I mean, I am thankful, they are bad for apoplectic persons, Lamb. He pays income-tax on twelve hundred.'
'He does not live at the rate of five hundred.'
'Not at the rate of three.'
'Perhaps eventually he may leave the mill to Philip, and the savings to me. I won't think of it, as it may all turn out different; but that would be best for me.'
'Not best, Lamb. Both the savings and the mill should be yours.'
'What should I do with the mill? You would not have me turn manufacturer?'
'No; but you could sell the business.'
'This is like selling the lion's skin before the lion is killed,' said the captain with a little impatience.