'When Mr. Allen had determined to build the present mansion at Prior Park, he sent for John Wood, the architect,[14] who waited upon him at the old post-office in Liliput Alley, where Allen then resided.
'"I want you," said Allen, "to build me a country house on the Prior's estate at Widcombe."
'Allen then described the sort of place he wished erected; but when he entered into the details, and talked about a private chapel, with a tribune for the family; a portico of gigantic dimensions; a grand entrance-hall, and wings of offices for coach-houses, stables, etc., the astonished architect began to think the postmaster had taken leave of his senses.
'"Have you, sir, sat down and counted the cost of building such a place?"
'"I have," replied Allen; "and for some time past have been laying by money for the purpose."
'"But," said Wood, "the place you are talking about would be a palace, and not a house; you have not the least idea of the money 'twould take to complete it."
'"Well," rejoined Allen, "come this way."
'He then took Wood into the next room, and, opening a closet-door, showed him a strong box.
'"That box is full of guineas!"
'The architect shook his head. Allen opened another closet, and pointed to a second and a third. Wood still hesitated.