“‘I can’t show it to you then. I don’t do business on a Sunday.’
“‘Very well; I don’t know that I can come again.’
“The next day, which was Sunday, passed in a very uncomfortable manner. Listening to the sermon, even the thought flashed before me as to whether I had not better have made the appointment; but it was dismissed at once. I was almost glad when the Sunday was over. The next day I really had an impression that he would come, and I said so to my wife. She agreed with me.
“At half-past ten that morning, to my great delight, the ’bus stopped at the corner of the street, and the young doctor and his father alighted.
“‘I have told my son,’ said the doctor, ‘that you wouldn’t let us see your house on the Sunday, and we both say you did quite right. If a man can’t do without working on a Sunday, he will never do with it. I went to sea when I was fourteen years of age, and have travelled the world almost twice over, and I have done my business without working on Sunday.’
“He looked at the house, and liked it very well, and then said—
“‘I will give you the money in Dutch consols.’
“‘Well, doctor, I don’t know what Dutch consols really are; I want 700 guineas in British money.’
“He left me, the matter being still rather uncertain; but the next day he came to see me again, and I took him into my parlour. He said—
“‘I have the money ready—£50 for a deposit. I have brought it in money, as, perhaps, you will like it better that way.’