The Sentimental Adventures of Jimmy Bulstrode

In which he buys a Christmas tree
In which he tries to buy a portrait
In which he finds there are some things which one cannot buy
In which he makes three people happy
In which he makes nobody happy at all
In which he discards a knave and saves a queen
In which he becomes the possessor of a certain piece of property
In which he comes into his own

There was never in the world a better fellow than Jimmy Bulstrode. If he had been poorer his generosities would have ruined him over and over again. He was always being taken in, was the recipient of hundreds of begging letters, which he hired another soft-hearted person to read. He offended charitable organizations by never passing a beggar's outstretched hand without dropping a coin in it. He was altogether a distressingly impracticable rich person, surrounded by people who admired him for what he really was and by those who tried to squeeze him for what he was worth!
It was a general wonder to people who knew him slightly why Bulstrode had never married. The gentleman himself knew the answer perfectly, but it amused him to discuss the question in spite of the pain, as well as for the pleasure that it caused him to consider— the reason why .