_Mr. Toov._ Yes, but you see I _didn't_ go, my dear. I found I couldn't really bring myself to visit it when it came to the point, so I went to call on LARKINS instead, as it was on his advice I had taken the shares, and I told him my difficulty, and he quite sympathised with my scruples, and most good-naturedly offered to take them off my hands. _Mrs. Toov._ But surely, THEOPHILUS, you never gave up three hundred and fifty a year without so much as consulting Me! _Charles._ You can't count on such dividends as a certainty, you know, Aunt, and I've no doubt Uncle got rid of them at a very good figure; they've been going up like sky-rockets! _Mrs. Toov._ (_mollified_). Of course if your Uncle did _that_, I---- _Mr. Toov._ Well, you see, my love, CHARLES very properly pointed out to me that there was no moral difference between that and keeping the shares, and--and LARKINS took the same view himself; so (I'm sure, CORNELIA, you will consider I have only done what was my strict duty!) I agreed to surrender the shares for just what I paid for them--five hundred pounds--and my conscience is clear. _Mrs. Toov._ If it's no clearer than your _head_, Pa---- I never heard of such downright Quixotism! As if _you_ could be held responsible; as if anyone here need _know_! I call it folly--sheer ruinous folly! _Ph[oe]be_ (_opening the door--to_ Mr. T.). A young gentleman to see you, Sir; says he comes from Mr. LARKINS, with a paper to be filled up. I've shown him into the study, Sir. _Mr. Toov._ Ah, to be sure, yes; tell him I'll come. (_To_ Mrs. T.) It's about those shares; LARKINS said he would send a clerk down to complete the transfer. _Mrs. Toov._ So it isn't completed _yet_? Mr. LARKINS has been trying to get the better of you, Pa; but it's not too late, fortunately. (_To_ PH[OE]BE.) Show the young man in here. _I_ wish to see him about this business. (_As_ PH[OE]BE _goes_.) I shall insist on the fair market value of the shares being paid before you put your signature to any document whatever; leave this entirely to me, Pa. I _think_ I shall be a match for any young---- _Ph[oe]be_ (_returning_). Mr. JANNAWAY. _Mr. Jann._ (_to_ Mr. TOOVEY). From Mr. LARKINS, Sir. Brought a transfer-deed for your signature. _Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself_). Gracious goodness! It's the man whose ears I boxed at the Eldorado! What _shall_ I do? [_She seizes the current number of "The Quiver," and retires behind it._ _Alth._ (_to herself_). He's _awfully_ like the young man in that box on Saturday! If Mamma really _was_ there! (_She glances at_ Mrs. T., _in whose hands "The Quiver" is rustling audibly_.) Ah, then I _wasn't_ mistaken. Oh, how dreadful if he should recognise her! _Mr. Toov._ My signature? Yes, yes, yes, to be sure, just so; but the fact is, I--I've been thinking over the matter, and--and--but that lady by the window will explain my views.