Don't you think that's clever ?" "It is clever!" he repeated with smiling emphasis, and mentally raising Chase's ultimatum ten per cent.
"I suppose you'll want to charge us more for the property than you paid for it," she suggested with a faint hope that maybe he might not, since he had bought it so recently--and through them.
"That's what I'm in business for," he blandly acknowledged.

"I can let you have the property for two hundred and seventy-five thousand dollars." "How much did you say ?" she gasped.
"Two hundred and seventy-five thousand." "Why, it's an outrage!" she puffed.

"You paid only two hundred and ten thousand for it yesterday." "I'm not telling you its cost to me yesterday, but its value to-day," he reminded her.
Mrs.Guff had helped her husband to his business success in the early days--and she had driven bargains with supply men which had made them glad when she was ill.
"You may keep the property," she wheezed.

"Nobody will pay that price--not even William Slosher; and he'll buy anything if his wife pouts for it in the ridiculous French clothes she's brought back with her." "So the Sloshers are back ?" he guessed, with an understanding, at last, of her agitation.
"They came last night," she admitted, inflating with a multitude of feelings.

"The most ungrateful people in the world! So far from being thankful for the time and pains and money we spent to protect them, they're viciously angry and are making threats--positive threats--that they will disgrace the entire neighborhood!" "Do you refuse this property at two hundred and seventy-five thousand ?" Mr.Gamble interestedly wanted to know.
"Certainly I do!" she emphatically declared, positive that no human being would pay that absurd increase in valuation.
"Then the price is withdrawn," he told her; and she left him, puzzling mightily over that last remark.
Johnny Gamble was a man of steady nerves, yet even he fidgeted until three o'clock for fear Mr.Slosher would not call him up.