HAWKINS (shaking his head). Bad phraseology, sir, wrong
phraseology. "I give and bequeath a hundred pounds to my younger
son Christopher Dudgeon, fifty pounds to be paid to him on the
day of his marriage to Sarah Wilkins if she will have him, and
ten pounds on the birth of each of his children up to the number
of five."

RICHARD. How if she won't have him?

CHRISTY. She will if I have fifty pounds.

RICHARD. Good, my brother. Proceed.

HAWKINS. "I give and bequeath to my wife Annie Dudgeon, born
Annie Primrose"--you see he did not know the law, Mr. Dudgeon:
your mother was not born Annie: she was christened so--"an
annuity of fifty-two pounds a year for life (Mrs. Dudgeon, with
all eyes on her, holds herself convulsively rigid) to be paid out
of the interest on her own money"--there's a way to put it, Mr.
Dudgeon! Her own money!

MRS. DUDGEON. A very good way to put God's truth. It was every
penny my own. Fifty-two pounds a year!

HAWKINS. "And I recommend her for her goodness and piety to the
forgiving care of her children, having stood between them and her
as far as I could to the best of my ability."

MRS. DUDGEON. And this is my reward! (raging inwardly) You know
what I think, Mr. Anderson you know the word I gave to it.