'What does he say about me?' 'I am coming to that,' Mr. Probus replied. 'He devises many bequests to his nephews and nieces, his cousins and his personal friends, with mourning rings to all: there are, I believe, two hundred thus honoured: two hundred--I think, Mr. Paul, that it is a long time since the City lost one so rich and so richly provided with friends.' 'But what does he say about me?' I insisted. 'Patience. He then devises the whole of his remaining estate: all his houses, investments, shares, stocks: all his furniture and plate: to his nephew Matthew.' 'I expected it. And nothing said about me at all.' 'It is estimated that the remainder, after deducting the monies already disposed of, will not amount to more than £100,000, because there is a reservation----' 'Oh!' 'It is provided that the sum of £100,000 be set aside: that it be placed in the hands of trustees whom he names--the Master of his Company and the Clerk of the Company. This money is to accumulate at compound interest until one of two events shall happen--either the death of his son, in which case Mr. Matthew will have it all: or the death of Mr. Matthew, in which case the son is to have it all. In other words, this vast sum of money with accumulations will go to the survivor of the two.' I received this intelligence in silence. At first I could not understand what it meant. 'I think, Sir,' Mr. Probus addressed the Alderman, 'we have now set forth the terms of this most important document in plain language. We ought perhaps to warn Mr. William against building any hopes upon the very slender chance of succeeding to this money. We have here'--he indicated Matthew--'health, strength, an abstemious life: on the other hand we have'--he indicated me--'what we see.' I laughed. At all events I was a more healthy subject, to look at, than my cousin, who this morning looked yellow instead of pale. 'The span of life,' the attorney went on, 'accorded to my justly esteemed client, will probably be that usually assigned to those who honour their parents--say eighty, or even ninety. You, sir, will probably be cut off at forty. I believe that it is the common lot in your class. Above all things, do not build upon the chances of this reversion.' Suddenly the words I had heard came back to me. What were they? 'We will make him sell his reversion.' 'Sell his reversion.' Then the reversion must not be sold. Mr. Probus went on too long. You may destroy the effect of your words by too much repetition. 'A shadowy chance,' he said, 'a shadowy chance.' 'I don't know. Why should not my cousin die before me? Besides, it means that my father in cutting me off would leave a door for restitution.' 'Only an imaginary door, sir--not a real door.'