I've always thought of you as a flourishing capitalist--sound as the Mansion House.

Why didn't you begin by telling me this?
I'm about as miserable as a fellow can be, but I should never have bothered you with my miseries .-- Warburton in want of money?
Why, the idea is grotesque; I can't get hold of it.

I came to you as men go to a bank.

Of course, I meant to pay it all, some day, but you were so generous and so rich, I never thought there would be any hurry.

I'm astounded--I'm floored!" With infinite satisfaction, Warburton saw the better man rising again in his friend, noted the change of countenance, of bearing, of tone.
"You see," he said, with a nod and a smile, "that you've no choice but to finish 'The Slummer!'" Franks looked about him uneasily, fretfully.
"Either that--or something else," he muttered.
"No--_that_! It'll bring you two or three hundred pounds without much delay." "I daresay it would.