This again was a new and keen joy.
Waymark dined with them one Sunday in June, and, in the course of the evening, went with Abraham to the smoking-room for some private conversation.
"Do you remember," he began, "once offering to buy those shares of mine ?" "Yes, I do," replied Mr.Woodstock, narrowing his eyes.
"Does the offer still hold good ?" "Yes, yes; if you're anxious to realise." "I am.

I want money--for two purposes." "What are they ?" Abraham asked bluntly.
"One is a private matter, which I don't think I need speak of; but the other I can explain.

I have found a courageous publisher who has offered to bring my book out if I take a certain risk.

This I have made up my mind to do.

I want to get the thing out, if only for the sake of hearing Mrs.Grundy lift up her voice; and if it can't be otherwise, I must publish at my own expense." "Will it repay you ?" Mr.Woodstock asked.
"Ultimately, I have no doubt; but I don't care so much about that." "H'm.