"In the country?"
"Yes, in the town of Shelby, fifty miles from the city."
"Aha! you have retired on a fortune?" inquired the old man, waggishly.
"Not yet, but I shall soon, I hope."
"Indeed!" returned Job, lifting his eyebrows as he emphasized the word. "Then you find business better in the country than in the city?"
"Business doesn't amount to much."
"Then how will you retire on the fortune, Mr. Craven? I really should like to know. Perhaps I might move out there myself."
"I don't think, Mr. Green," said Craven, with his soft smile, "you would take the same course to step into a fortune."
"And why not?" inquired the old man, innocently.