“I’m sure you worked enough for what you won,” said Esther; “travelling day and night from race-course to race-course. Standing on them race-courses in all weathers; it was the colds you caught standing on them race-courses that began the mischief.”
“I worked hard enough, that’s true; but it was not the right kind of work…. I can’t argue, Esther…. But I know the truth now, what you always said was the truth. No good comes of money that hasn’t been properly earned.”
He sipped the brandy-and-milk and looked at Jack, who was crying bitterly.
“You mustn’t cry like that, Jack; I want you to listen to me. I’ve still something on my mind. Your mother, Jack, is the best woman that ever lived. You’re too young to understand how good. I didn’t know how good for a long time, but I found it all out
