We won't talk about it just now.

How have things been going in the architectural line ?" "Not amiss.

Steadily, I think." Narramore lay back at full length, his face turned to the ceiling.
"Since I've been living out yonder, I've got a taste for the country.

I have a notion that, if brass bedsteads keep firm, I shall some day build a little house of my own; an inexpensive little house, with a tree or two about it.

Just make me a few sketches, will you?
When you've nothing better to do, you know." He played with the idea, till it took strong hold of him, and he began to talk with most unwonted animation.
"Five or six thousand pounds--I ought to be able to sink that in a few years.