"I can't quite come up to you, Mr. Cavendish."
"Perhaps you will when you are as old as I am."
"Possibly; but it's a big height to reach in two years. A man of your size ought not to haggle for fifty dollars on a boat."
"I can't afford to give more than three hundred for the Juno," protested Laud, very decidedly.
"Can you afford to give that?" asked Donald, with a smile.
Laud looked at him sharply, and seemed to be somewhat embarrassed.
"I suppose I can't really afford it; but what's life for? We can't live it over again, and we ought to make the best of it. Don't you think so?"
"Certainly—the best of it; but there may be some difference of opinion in regard to what the best of it may be."
"I mean to be a gentleman, and not a philosopher. I go in for a good time. Will you take three hundred for the boat? or will you tell the captain I will give that?"
"I can sell her without going to him. I haven't offered her to anybody but you, and I have no doubt I can get my price for her."