“Oh, as to her name, that she has left. It is Townsend. I gave her a receipt for the goods. I wonder if she is not one of the daughters of Townsend the shipping merchant, who was knocked all to pieces by the failure of the United States Bank?”
“Did she also give you her place of residence?”
“Yes; No. 60 —— street.”
“You didn’t pay her any thing on the goods?”
“No; although she was very anxious to get an advance.”
“What are they all worth?”
“They are worth seven or eight hundred dollars; but will not bring that.”
“How much do you expect to get for them?”
“Not more than four or five hundred at the outside; and it may be six months before they are all sold. We are bound to get off our own goods first, you know.”
“You will let me have the lot at eight hundred, I suppose?” said Albertson.