"How, brother?"
"Being bent upon it, you can dispose by will of anything you have the misfortune to inherit in any way you like, you know."
"That's true!" says the trooper, pondering again. Then he wistfully asks, with his hand on his brother's, "Would you mind mentioning that, brother, to your wife and family?"
"Not at all."
"Thank you. You wouldn't object to say, perhaps, that although an undoubted vagabond, I am a vagabond of the harum-scarum order, and not of the mean sort?"
The ironmaster, repressing his amused smile, assents.

"How, brother?"
"You can dispose by will of anything you have the misfortune to inherit in any way you like, you know."
"That's true!" says the trooper, pondering again. "Would you mind mentioning that, brother, to your wife and family?"
"Not at all."
"You wouldn't object to say, perhaps, that although an undoubted vagabond, I am a vagabond of the harum-scarum type, and not of the mean sort?"
The ironmaster, repressing his smile, assents.
