I want a dwelling for myself." "Indeed! I was not aware that you had any such intentions." "Oh, yes.

I have always intended to build a house so soon as I felt able to do it according to my own fancy." Mr.Johnson felt a good deal surprised at this.

No more was said, and the two men walked on.
"How's this?
For sale!" said Mr.Johnson.They were opposite the elegant dwelling of Mr.Mortimer, upon which was posted a hand-bill setting forth that the property was for sale.
"So it seems," was Watson's quiet answer.
"Why should he sell out ?" added Mr.Johnson.

"Perhaps he is going to Europe to make a tour with his family," he suggested.
"It is more probable," said Watson, "that he has got to the end of his rope." "What do you mean by that remark ?" "Is obliged to sell in order to save himself." "Oh, no! Mortimer is rich." "So it is said.

But I never call a man rich whose paper is floating about by thousands on the street seeking purchasers at two per cent.
a month." Just then the carriage of Mortimer drove up to his door, and Mrs.
Mortimer descended to the pavement and passed into the house.