I actually began to think that he was in league with Mrs. Oliphant.
“I think I can live as cheaply there as anywhere else.”
“You can board for half the money it will cost you.”
“I differ from you there, uncle, I replied, mildly. “I paid—”
“You differ from me!” exclaimed he, angrily. “Do you think I don’t know what I am talking about. I am older than you, and I have seen more of the world. I know what it costs a man to live.”
“I think I know something about it.”
“No, you don’t!” replied he, as arbitrarily as ever. “You can dispose of your lease, and sell your furniture for all it cost you, for houses are scarce.”
“I don’t wish to do so; the house and furniture are worth as much to me as to any one.”
“Paley, you are a fool!” said he, impatiently.
“I came of your stock, then,” I retorted, rashly, for my blood was warm again.