“Just that; and nothing less, nothing more. I’ve tried every way in the world to eke out my income; and, just now, I’m in a fair way to put about ten thousand dollars into my pocket.”
“I congratulate you.”
“If I had sold my stock to-day, I should have put five thousand into my exchequer.”
“Why didn’t you do it, then?”
“Because I would rather have ten thousand dollars than five,” he replied, gulping down a full glass of the generous fluid before us.
“When a man can make a good thing by selling, I believe in realizing.”
“Isn’t it better to wait when a man is sure of making twice as much a week hence?”
“Are you sure?”
“I wish I was as sure of living a week as I am of making this money, if I can hold on for a week.”