"Then there's only you," said Norton gloomily.
"David Bartholomew. Capital, himself and all he has, to be made the most of. Business, to use it all for the King whose servant I am."
"What's the interest?" growled Norton, after a moment's pause. "But stop! how are you going to use it? you don't tell your business after all. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," said David. "The King's will, whatever that is. Whatever he gives me to do."
"The interest?"
"That comes all along the way," said David. "But at the end—I shall inherit all things!"
"Is that a proper way of speaking, David?" said Esther gravely.
"That's the promise," said David.
"He's an old prig, that's what he is!" said one of the boys.
"No," said David, "stop! hear me; you don't understand. In that day the King will take account of his servants. And to those who can say to him, 'Lord, thy pound hath gained ten pounds'—or 'five pounds'—he will say, 'Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things; I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.' I want that."