Figuratively speaking, I looked at my hands as astonished as I had been when the poor little rascal in the street snatched my cake, and gave me the vision of him gorging it in the flurried alley of the London crowd.
'Money goes,' I remarked.
'That is the general experience of the nature of money,' said my father freshly; 'but nevertheless you will be surprised to find how extraordinarily few are the people to make allowance for particular cases.

It plays the trick with everybody, and almost nobody lets it stand as a plea for the individual.

Here is Jorian, and you, my son, and perhaps your aunt Dorothy, and upon my word, I think I have numbered all I know--or, ay, Sukey Sampleman, I should not omit her in an honourable list--and that makes positively all I know who would commiserate a man touched on the shoulder by a sheriff's officer--not that such an indignity is any longer done to me.' 'I hope we have seen the last of Shylock's great-grandnephew,' said I emphatically.
'Merely to give you the instance, Richie.

Ay! I hope so, I hope so! But it is the nature of money that you never can tell if the boarding's sound, once be dependent upon it.

But this is talk for tradesmen.' Thinking it so myself, I had not attempted to discover the source of my father's income.