Otherwise the shop, and furniture, and all, will be sold off in seven days." "Oh," James gasped, listening with bewilderment, "we can't be going to be sold up! Emblem's to be sold up!" "Three hundred and fifty pounds!" said Mr.Emblem.

"My friend, let us rather speak of thousands.

This is a truly happy day for all of us.
Sit down, Mr.Chalker--my dear friend, sit down.

Rejoice with us.

A happy morning." "What the devil is the matter with him ?" asked the money-lender.
"There was something, Mr.Chalker," Mr.Emblem went on cheerfully, "something said about my grandson.