Yes, they sold decidedly well, thanks chiefly to the large purchases of the new owner of the estate.

This tankard, for instance, which I have bought--hem--as a slight memento of your family, cost me ten shillings an ounce." "Indeed!" answered Leonard coldly; "I always understood that it was worth fifty." Then came another pause, during which all who were present, except Mr.
Beach and himself, rose one by one and quitted the room.

Jane was the last to go, and Leonard noticed, as she passed him, that there were tears in her eyes.
"Jane," said her father in a meaning voice when her hand was already on the door, "you will be careful to be dressed in time for dinner, will you not, love?
You remember that young Mr.Cohen is coming, and I should like somebody to be down to receive him." Jane's only answer to this remark was to pass through the door and slam it behind her.

Clearly the prospect of the advent of this guest was not agreeable to her.
"Well, Leonard," went on Mr.Beach when they were alone, in a tone that was meant to be sympathetic but which jarred horribly on his listener's ears, "this is a sad business, very sad.

But why are you not sitting down ?" "Because no one asked me to," said Leonard as he took a chair.
"Hem!" continued Mr.Beach; "by the way I believe that Mr.Cohen is a friend of yours, is he not ?" "An acquaintance, not a friend," said Leonard.
"Indeed, I thought that you were at the same college." "Yes, but I do not like him." "Prejudice, my dear boy, prejudice.