“And the taxes?”
“Oh, they will be a mere trifle.”
“The rent appears to me to be very high.”
“High, my dear sir! consider the situation, the advantages. We can’t build them fast enough at that price. But of course, sir, you best know,” replied he, carelessly walking towards the window.
“Take it; my dear,” said my wife.
“You must take it, papa.”
“Pray take it, papa.”
“Mr Whats-your-name, I beg your pardon—”
“Smithers, sir,” said the builder, turning round.
“Pray, Mr Smithers, what term of lease do you let at?”