“Ah, yes; the rent. I had forgotten the rent,” said the doctor dreamily.
“Final and threatening notices have been left about the rates and taxes.”
“Yes,” said the doctor musingly. “The idea is Utopian, but I have often thought how pleasant life would be were there no rents or rates and taxes.”
“Dear father, I must tell you all my troubles now I have begun,” said Richmond, leaving her chair to kneel down before the handsome elderly man, and lay her hand upon his breast.
“Certainly, my darling, certainly,” he said, bending down to kiss her brow in the most gentlemanly manner, and then caress her luxuriant hair.
“They have threatened to cut off both the gas and water.”
“Tut! tut! how unreasonable, Richmond! Really a severe letter ought to be addressed to the companies’ directors.”
“And, father dear, the tradespeople are growing not only impatient, but absolutely insulting. What am I to do?”
“Wait, my darling, wait. Little clouds in our existence while we are attending the breaking forth of the sun. Not long, my dear. I am progressing rapidly with my discovery, and while I shall be extent with the fame, you shall be my dear banker, and manage everything as you do now.”
“Yes, yes, dear, I will; but it is so sad. No patient seems to come to you now.”