“In Needham street.”
“Humph! What do you pay for it?”
“Six hundred dollars.”
“Six hundred dollars!” exclaimed he, leaping to his feet.
“A very moderate rent for the house,” I added, not at all pleased at what I considered the impudence of my uncle.
“That is more than I pay, Paley. I’m astonished!”
“I think it is a fair rent.”
“I don’t think so. What did it cost you to furnish it?” he continued, fixing a severe gaze upon me.
“About eight hundred dollars,” I answered, not deeming it prudent to give more than half of the actual cost.