“Can't be done without, sir.”
“Well, I'll give a hundred pounds and no more.”
“Impossible, sir.”
“Then good morning. Now, dearest, just come and see the house at Harewood Square,—eighty-five pounds and no premium.”
“Will you oblige me with your address, doctor?” said the agent.
“Dr. Staines, Morley's Hotel.”
And so they left Mayfair.
Rosa sighed and said, “Oh, the nice little place; and we have lost it for two hundred pounds.”
“Two hundred pounds is a great deal for us to throw away.”
“Being near the Coles would soon have made that up to you: and such a cosey little nest.”