Someone told me that there was a firm in the City that made a business of selling orchids by auction, flowers which at this time were beginning to be very fashionable among rich horticulturists.

This, thought I, would be the place for me to show my treasure.

Doubtless Messrs.

May and Primrose--that was their world-famed style--would be able to put me in touch with opulent orchidists who would not mind venturing a couple of thousands on the chance of receiving a share in a flower that, according to Brother John, should be worth untold gold.

At any rate, I would try.
So on a certain Friday, about half-past twelve, I sought out the place of business of Messrs.