Mrs. Toov. But surely, Theophilus, you never gave up three hundred and fifty a year without so much as consulting Me!
Charles. You can't count on such dividends as a certainty, you know, Aunt, and I've no doubt Uncle got rid of them at a very good figure; they've been going up like sky-rockets!
Mrs. Toov. (mollified). Of course if your Uncle did that, I——
Mr. Toov. Well, you see, my love, Charles very properly pointed out to me that there was no moral difference between that and keeping the shares, and—and Larkins took the same view himself; so (I'm sure, Cornelia, you will consider I have only done what was my strict duty!) I agreed to surrender the shares for just what I paid for them—five hundred pounds—and my conscience is clear.
Mrs. Toov. If it's no clearer than your head, Pa—— I never heard of such downright Quixotism! As if you could be held responsible; as if anyone here need know! I call it folly—sheer ruinous folly!
Phœbe (opening the door—to Mr. T.). A young gentleman to see you, Sir; says he comes from Mr. Larkins, with a paper to be filled up. I've shown him into the study, Sir.
Mr. Toov. Ah, to be sure, yes; tell him I'll come. (To Mrs. T.) It's about those shares; Larkins said he would send a clerk down to complete the transfer.
Mrs. Toov. So it isn't completed yet? Mr. Larkins has been trying to get the better of you, Pa; but it's not too late, fortunately. (To Phœbe.) Show the young man in here. I wish to see him about this business. (As Phœbe goes.) I shall insist on the fair market value of the shares being paid before you put your signature to any document whatever; leave this entirely to me, Pa. I think I shall be a match for any young——
Phœbe (returning). Mr. Jannaway.
Mr. Jann. (to Mr. Toovey). From Mr. Larkins, Sir. Brought a transfer-deed for your signature.