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, &c._; 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 neighbour'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 Tibbet's 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---- UNCLE JACK.--Repent! when I offer you cent per cent, on my personal guarantee! PISISTRATUS, (_carefully putting the bills into his breast coat-pocket_.) Then, if you don't repent, my dear uncle, allow me to shake you by the hand, and say that I will not consent to lessen my esteem and admiration for the high principle which prompts this restitution, by confounding it with trading associations of loans, interests, and copper mines. And, you see, since this sum is paid to my father, I have no right to invest it without his permission. UNCLE JACK, (_with emotion_.)--"Esteem, admiration, high principle!"--these are pleasant words, from you, nephew.--(_Then shaking his head and smiling._) You sly dog! you are quite right: get the bills cashed at once. And hark ye, sir, just keep out of my way, will you?--and don't let me coax you out of a farthing! (_Uncle Jack slams the door, and rushes out. Pisistratus draws the bills warily from his pocket, half-suspecting they must already have turned into withered leaves, like fairy money; slowly convinces himself that the bills are good bills, and by lively gestures testifies his delight and astonishment._) SCENE CHANGES. AUTOBIOGRAPHY--CHATEAUBRIAND'S MEMOIRS.[3]