Well, if you can't, you can't, of course.
And now, as it's past nine, the best thing you can do is to go to bed at once." With the same humility she had evinced throughout, the woman obeyed at once.

Mr.Parmalee, left alone, sat over his oysters and his port, luxuriating in the thirty sovereigns in the present and the three hundred pounds in the prospective.
"It's been an uncommon good investment," he reflected, "and knocks the photograph business into a cocked hat.

Then there's Sybilla--she goes with the bargain, too.

Three hundred pounds and a handsome, black-eyed wife.

I wish she hadn't such a devil of a temper.