your mother wanted to scold poor Jack! And the L300 Austin lent me when
I left him: nephew, that was the remaking of me,--the acorn of the oak I
have planted. So here they are [added Uncle Jack, with a heroical
effort, and he extracted from the pocket-book bills for a sum between
three and four thousand pounds]. There, it is done; and I shall sleep
better for it!" With that Uncle Jack got up, and bolted out of the
room.

Ought I to take the money? Why, I think yes,--it is but fair. Jack
must be really rich, and can well spare the money; besides, if he wants
it again, I know my father will let him have it. And, indeed, Jack
caused the loss of the whole sum lost on "The Capitalist," etc.: and
this is not quite the half of what my father paid away. But is it not
fine in Uncle Jack? Well, my father was quite right in his milder
estimate of Jack's scalene conformation, and it is hard to judge of a
man when he is needy and down in the world. When one grafts one's ideas
on one's neighbor's money, they are certainly not so grand as when they
spring from one's own.

Uncle Jack (popping his head into the room).--"And, you see, you can
double that money if you will just leave it in my hands for a couple of
years,--you have no notion what I shall make of the Tibbets' Wheal! Did
I tell you? The German was quite right; I have been offered already
seven times the sum which I gave for the land. But I am now looking out
for a company: let me put you down for shares to the amount at least of
those trumpery bills. Cent per cent,--I guarantee cent per cent!" And
Uncle Jack stretches out those famous smooth hands of his, with a
tremulous motion of the ten eloquent fingers.

Pisistratus.--"Ah! my dear uncle, if you repent--"