He looked with disfavor upon the dirty, sad-visaged house I had chosen for a residence. I explained everything as we went up the steps, even telling him to a penny the amount of money I had left. Instead of being dismayed, he only laughed, and turning to the cabby, tossed him his fare, with a liberal surplus, and then we went on into the house. My brother's extravagance had always surprised me, but in our present circumstances, his indifference to money seemed unpardonable.
Torrence looked around my little room with disgust.
"I don't like this place," he said. "We must move out of it."
"When?" I asked in amazement.
"Now!" he answered.
"It's the cheapest I could find."
"I should think so!" he replied.
"But even if you are making a little money, wouldn't it be unwise to spend it? Remember I am doing nothing."
Torrence smiled and said:
"Now, Gurt, don't undertake to lecture me, but order a four wheeler instead—perhaps we had better say a couple—for I want to carry all our traps at once, before they become too strongly impregnated with these quarters, and— Do you owe anything?"