The chance of making a good operation was before you, and you did not improve it.

You will never get along at your snail's pace." There was, in the voice of Mr.Johnson, a tone of contempt that stung Watson more than any previous remark or, action of his father-in-law.

Thrown, for a moment, off his guard, he replied with some warmth-- "You may be sure of one thing, at least." "What ?" "That I shall never embarrass you with any of my fine operations." "What do you mean by that ?" asked Mr.Johnson.
"Time will explain the remark," replied Watson, turning away, and retiring from the auction room.
A coolness of some months was the consequence of this little interview.
Time proves all things.

At the end of fifteen years, Mortimer, who had gone on in the way he had begun, was reputed to be worth two hundred thousand dollars.

Every thing he touched turned to money; at least, so it appeared.