I like flowers, especially orchids, and I hate bullion-broking.
To me the only decent places in London are that sale-room where we met and the Horticultural Gardens." "Yes," I answered rather doubtfully, "but the matter seems a little serious.

Your parent was very emphatic as to his intentions, and after this kind of thing," and I pointed to the beautiful silver and the port, "how will you like roughing it in a hard world ?" "Don't think I shall mind a bit; it would be rather a pleasant change.
Also, even if my father doesn't alter his mind, as he may, for he likes me at bottom because I resemble my dear mother, things ain't so very bad.

I have got some money that she left me, L6,000 or L7,000, and I'll sell that 'Odontoglossum Pavo' for what it will fetch to Sir Joshua Tredgold--he was the man with the long beard who you tell me ran up Woodden to over L2,000--or failing him to someone else.

I'll write about it to-night.

I don't think I have any debts to speak of, for the Governor has been allowing me L3,000 a year, at least that is my share of the profits paid to me in return for my bullion-broking labours, and except flowers, I have no expensive tastes.