"A thousand dollars."
"You are too funny altogether. If you are ever worth a thousand cents you will be lucky."
"Do you think so?" returned Mark, smiling. "I shouldn't be satisfied with so small a fortune as that."
"My father tells me you and your mother have made him a very poor return for a kind offer he made you yesterday."
"That's a matter of business, Edgar. We didn't look upon it in the same way. But I am afraid I must tear myself away from your company. I shall be expected at the office."
"Go by all means. It wouldn't do for you to be bounced. You might starve if you lost your place."
"I am not very much afraid of that."
"At any rate I ought not to be talking with you. Father does not care to have me associate with you."
"I hope he won't disinherit you. That would be serious for you. If he does, come round to our house, and we will take care of you."
"You are too awfully funny. I think it would be better for you if you were not quite so fresh."