CHAPTER VI.
Dated From Adelaide.
Imagine my wonder! Uncle Jack has just been with me, and—But hear the dialogue.
Uncle Jack.—“So you are positively going back to that smoky, fusty Old England, just when you are on your high road to a plum,—a plum, sir, at least! They all say there is not a more rising young man in the colony. I think Bullion would take you into partnership. What are you in such a hurry for?”
Pisistratus.—“To see my father and mother and Uncle Roland, and—” (was about to name some one else, but stops). “You see, my dear uncle, I came out solely with the idea of repairing my father’s losses in that unfortunate speculation of ‘The Capitalist’!”
Uncle Jack (coughs and ejaculates).—“That villain Peck!”
Pisistratus.—“And to have a few thousands to invest in poor Roland’s acres. The object is achieved: why should I stay?”
Uncle Jack.—“A few paltry thousands, when in twenty years more, at the farthest, you would wallow in gold!”
Pisistratus.—“A man learns in the Bush how happy life can be with plenty of employment and very little money. I shall practise that lesson in England.”
Uncle Jack.—“Your mind’s made up?”