The chairs were velvety, with gilt legs.

It was like a king's palace.
'Now,' he said, 'you ought to be at school, instead of thinking about money.

Why aren't you ?' We told him that we should go to school again when Father could manage it, but meantime we wanted to do something to restore the fallen fortunes of the House of Bastable.

And we said we thought the lucrative patent would be a very good thing.

He asked a lot of questions, and we told him everything we didn't think Father would mind our telling, and at last he said-- 'You wish to borrow money.