on all their paid-up shares.
"In other words," exclaimed Waymark eagerly, "they owe me some money ?" "Which you can do with, eh ?" said Abraham, with a twinkle of good-humoured commiseration in his eye.
"Perfectly.

What are the details ?" "There are fifty ten-pound shares.

Dividend accordingly twenty pounds." "By Jingo! How is it to be got at ?" "Do you feel disposed to sell the shares ?" asked the old man, looking up sideways, and still smiling.
"No; on the whole I think not." "Ho, ho, Osmond, where have you learnt prudence, eh ?--Why don't you sit down ?--If you didn't come about the mines, why did you come, eh ?" "Not to mince matters," said Waymark, taking a chair, and speaking in an off-hand way which cost him much effort, "I came to ask you to help me to some way of getting a living." "Hollo!" exclaimed the old man, chuckling.

"Why, I should have thought you'd made your fortune by this time.

Poetry doesn't pay, it seems ?" "It doesn't.