"Young man, I can't congratulate you on your prospects.

You would have done as well to stay in Pentonville and work on my woodpile." "Whatever work I may do in New York, I shall be a good deal better paid for than here," retorted Ben.
Squire Davenport shrugged his shoulders, and began to read the morning paper.

To do him justice, he only said what he thought when he predicted to Ben that he would be called upon to do menial work.
"The boy won't be in so good spirits a week hence," he thought.
"However, that is not my affair.

There is no doubt that I shall get possession of his mother's house when the three months are up, and I don't at all care where he and his mother go.

If they leave Pentonville I shall be very well satisfied.