Mr.Greer may; he has a good deal to make him like it; if I made as much money as he does every day there, I think it's possible I might like it too.

But it is a different matter with a poor devil like me: if I get off without being cheated out of all I've got, it is as much as I can ask." "Well, perhaps when he was your age, Uncle Leonard did not ask more than that." "Not he; he began, long before he was as old as I am, to do what I can never learn to do, Miss d'Esiree--make money with one hand and save it with the other.

Now, I'm ashamed to say, a great deal of money comes into my pockets, but it never stays there long enough to give me the feeling that I'm a rich man.

One gets into a way of living that's destruction to all chances of a fortune." "But what's the good of a fortune if you don't enjoy it ?" I said, thinking of the dreary house in Varick-street.
"No good," he said.

"It isn't in my nature to be satisfied with the knowledge that I've got enough to make me happy locked up somewhere in a safe: I must get it out, and strew it around in sight in the shape of horses, pictures, nice rooms, and good things to eat, before I can make up my mind that the money is good for anything.