Well, I will tell you.

Do you remember--I dare say you do not--my once mentioning to you that I had some property in the West Indies--in Antigua ?" I nod.
"To be sure I do; I recollect I had not an idea where Antigua was, and I looked out for it at once in Tou Tou's atlas." "Well, a fortnight--three weeks ago--it was when we were in Dresden, I had a letter telling me of the death of my agent out there.

I knew nothing about him personally--had never seen him--but he had long been in my poor brother's employment, and was very highly thought of by him." "_Poor_ brother!" think I; "well, thank Heaven! at least _he_ has not revived; he would not be 'poor' if he had," but I say only, "Yes ?" with a delicately interrogative accent.
"And to-day comes this letter"-- (pulling one out of his pocket)--"telling me that now that his affairs have been looked into, they are found to be in the greatest confusion--that he has died bankrupt, in fact; and not only _that_, but that he has been cheating me right and left for years and years, appropriating the money which ought to have been spent on the estate to his own uses; and, as misfortunes never come single, I also hear"-- (unfolding the sheet, and glancing rather disconsolately over it)--"that there has been a hurricane, which has destroyed nearly all the sugar-canes." The thought of _Job_ and his successive misfortunes instantly occurs to me--the Sabeans, the Chaldeans, the great wind from the wilderness--but being a little doubtful as to his example having a very consoling effect, with some difficulty, and at the cost of a great pressure exercised on myself, I abstain from mentioning him.
"To make a long story short," continues Sir Roger, "and not to bother you with unnecessary details--" "But indeed they would not bother me," interrupt I, eagerly, putting my hand through his arm, and turning my face anxiously up to him; "I should _enjoy_ hearing them.

I wish you would not think that all sensible, sober things _bother_ me." "My dear," he says, gently pinching my cheek, "I think nothing of the kind, but I know that not all the explanations in the world will alter the result, which is, that I shall not get a farthing from the property _this_ year, and very likely not _next_ either." "You do not say so!" cry I, trying to impart a tragic tone to my voice, and only hoping that my face _looks_ more distressed and aghast than it feels.
To tell you the truth, I am mightily relieved.

At this period of my history, money troubles seem to me the lightest and airiest of all afflictions.