ANDERSON. It cannot be helped, Mrs. Dudgeon. We must take what
comes to us. (To Hawkins.) Go on, sir.

HAWKINS. "I give and bequeath my house at Websterbridge with the
land belonging to it and all the rest of my property soever to my
eldest son and heir, Richard Dudgeon."

RICHARD. Oho! The fatted calf, Minister, the fatted calf.

HAWKINS. "On these conditions--"

RICHARD. The devil! Are there conditions?

HAWKINS. "To wit: first, that he shall not let my brother Peter's
natural child starve or be driven by want to an evil life."

RICHARD (emphatically, striking his fist on the table). Agreed.

Mrs. Dudgeon, turning to look malignantly at Essie, misses her
and looks quickly round to see where she has moved to; then,
seeing that she has left the room without leave, closes her lips
vengefully.

HAWKINS. "Second, that he shall be a good friend to my old horse
Jim"--(again slacking his head) he should have written James,
sir.

RICHARD. James shall live in clover. Go on.