My ambition is to make money; your counsels and experience cannot fail to assist me here." "Ah, you were soon disenchanted of your Philosopher's Stone! You must know, Sarah, that when I last left Glyndon, he was bent upon turning alchemist and magician." "You are witty to-day, Mr.Mervale." "Upon my honour it is true, I told you so before." Glyndon rose abruptly.
"Why revive those recollections of folly and presumption?
Have I not said that I have returned to my native land to pursue the healthful avocations of my kind! Oh, yes! what so healthful, so noble, so fitted to our nature, as what you call the Practical Life?
If we have faculties, what is their use, but to sell them to advantage! Buy knowledge as we do our goods; buy it at the cheapest market, sell it at the dearest.

Have you not breakfasted yet ?" The friends walked into the streets, and Mervale shrank from the irony with which Glyndon complimented him on his respectability, his station, his pursuits, his happy marriage, and his eight pictures in their handsome frames.

Formerly the sober Mervale had commanded an influence over his friend: HIS had been the sarcasm; Glyndon's the irresolute shame at his own peculiarities.

Now this position was reversed.

There was a fierce earnestness in Glyndon's altered temper which awed and silenced the quiet commonplace of his friend's character.