“I suppose you knew I had sold my furniture and lease?”
“No!” exclaimed he, opening his eyes.
“Yes. Brentbone takes possession to-night.”
“I am sorry for that, for I liked to go there.”
“The fact is, I lost heavily for me in coppers, and I can’t afford to keep that house any longer.”
“One must be prudent,” said he, musing. “I was afraid you were going a little too fast. Did you lose much?”
“Considerable, for me.”
“If I can do any thing to help you out, Paley, I will, with the greatest pleasure. I never had anything to do with fancy stocks.”
“Thank you, Tom. You are fortunate. But I must go along.”
“I suppose you are in a hurry, so I will walk along with you. I don’t know but you will think me impertinent, Paley, but I don’t want to meddle with your business, in a bad sense. I have been thinking that something was going wrong with you.”