"What a wicked truth it is, Linden!" said the doctor.
"There is 'an error i' the bill,'" said Mr. Linden.
Faith's eyes looked somewhat eagerly, the doctor's philosophically.
"Declare and shew," said the doctor. "I thought it was a universal, most deplorable, human fact; and here it is, in Shakspeare, man; which is another word for saying it is in humanity."
"It is true only of false things. The Magician's coins are next day but withered leaves—the real gold is at compound interest."
The doctor's smile was doubtful and cynical; Faith's had a touch of sunlight on it.
"Where is your 'real gold'?" said the doctor.
"Do you expect me to tell you?" said Mr. Linden laughing. "I have found a good deal in the course of my life, and the interest is regularly paid in."
"Are you talking seriously?"
"Ay truly. So may you."