"What a wonderful man you are, Mr.Fentolin, with your wireless telegraphy, and your telegraph office in the house, and telephones.

Does it really amuse you to be so modern ?" "To a certain extent, yes," Mr.Fentolin sighed, as he guided his chair along the hall.

"When my misfortune first came, I used to speculate a good deal upon the Stock Exchange.

That was really the reason I went in for all these modern appliances." "And now ?" she asked.

"What use do you make of them now ?" Mr.Fentolin smiled quietly.