Arnold Bennett,
The Great Adventure: A Play of Fancy in Four Acts
“ You come into eighty pounds a year under it.Carve. I was forgetting that.Cyrus. (Reading.) "I bequeath to my servant, Albert Shawn, who I am convinced is a thorough rascal, but who is an unrivalled valet, courier, and factotum, the sum of eighty pounds a year for life, payable quarterly in advance, provided he is in my service at the time of my death." (Carve laughs shortly.) You don't want to lose that, do you? Of course, if the term "thorough rascal" is offensive to you, you can always decline the money. (Folds up will and puts it in his pocket—Carve walks about.) Now where's the doctor? ”
