The door of the safe was now open, and his keys were hanging from it.
"Sit down, Grace, and keep me company," he said.

"You may amuse yourself by looking over these." He threw out a heap of papers before her.
"What are they ?" she asked.
"Securities of various sorts." He unfolded them one by one.

"Papers worth so much money each.

Now here's a lot of turnpike bonds for one thing.

Would you think that each of these pieces of paper is worth two hundred pounds ?" "No, indeed, if you didn't say so." "'Tis so, then.