"Yes--you make it out of them," she repeated, in an
uncertain voice. It occurred to her that she must
have been almost asleep. "But did I miss anything?
Have you been telling what it is that you have made?"

"No--that you shall have in good time. You don't seem
to realize it, Louisa. I can hardly realize it myself.
I am actually a very rich man. I can't tell how much
I've got--in fact, it can be almost as much as I like--
half a million pounds, I suppose, at the start, if I want
to make it that much. Yes--it takes the breath away,
doesn't it? But best of all--a thousand times best of
all--practically every dollar of it comes out of those Kaffir
swine--the very men that tried to rob me, and that have been
trying to ruin me ever since. I tell you what I wish,
Louise--I wish to God there could only be time enough,
and I'd take it all in half-sovereigns--two millions
of them, or three millions--and just untwist every coin,
one by one, out from among their heart-strings. Oh--but
it'll be all right as it is. It's enough to make a man
feel religious--to think how those thieves are going
to suffer."

"Well " she said, slowly after reflection, "it all rather
frightens me."

As if the chill in the air of the cheerless room had
suddenly accentuated itself, she arose, took a match-
box from the mantel, and, stooping, lit the fire.