“He hasn't much to be proud of.”
“That don't seem to make any difference with him. He talks as if he were my equal.”
“That don't make him so.”
“When are you going to move to the city, father?”
“I don't know,” said the squire, shortly.
“I've got tired of Wrayburn.”
“You'll have to stay there till my business will allow me to move.”
The fact was, Squire Leech had just had an unsatisfactory interview with Mr. Andrew Temple. Under the advice of that gentleman he had invested a very considerable sum of money in some mining shares, in the assurance that he would be able in a very short time to sell at a large profit. But from the time he bought, they began to drop. He asked an explanation of Mr. Temple.
“My dear sir,” said the financier, “there's no being sure of the market. So many trivial circumstances affect it, that the wisest of us cannot absolutely predict anything. We can only calculate probabilities.”
“You told me there was no doubt about the stock rising,” grumbled the squire.