"What! ten dollars a week in all?"
"You are right. I give you credit for your mathematical talent."
"Why, Andy, you are born to good luck! I wish I was paid ten dollars a week," said Sam, rather enviously. "But I didn't know you understood Latin."
"You don't know how learned I am," said Andy, smiling.
"When will you get time for your pupil?"
"In the evening."
"I am sorry for that. I sha'n't often meet you if you are to be occupied day and evening, too."
"We shall meet at breakfast and supper. I sha'n't leave here to go uptown till half-past seven."
"But you can't go to the theater."
"I am willing to give that up for five dollars a week."