The boy, the son and heir, is much such a stripling as I can remember his father at the same age, but handsomer.

And while we look, another face comes peering over his shoulder; the laughing face of a lovely girl, with bright sunny hair, and soft blue eyes; the face of Maud Buckley, Sam's daughter.
They are going home to England.

Sam--what between his New England runs, where there are now, under Tom Troubridge's care, 118,000 sheep, and his land speculations at Melbourne, which have turned him out somewhere about 1,000 per cent.

since the gold discovery--Sam, I say, is one of the richest of her Majesty's subjects in the Southern hemisphere.

I would give 200,000L.