How are all those fellows over here in Paris, Henderson, Sumner, Long ?--it's all the same story: a young man just plum full of artistic genius on the one side, a man of business on the other who doesn't know what to do with his dollars--" "But, you fool, you're as poor as a rat," I cried.
"You wait till I get my irons in the fire!" returned Pinkerton.

"I'm bound to be rich; and I tell you I mean to have some of the fun as I go along.

Here's your first allowance; take it at the hand of a friend; I'm one that holds friendship sacred as you do yourself.

It's only a hundred francs; you'll get the same every month, and as soon as my business begins to expand we'll increase it to something fitting.

And so far from it's being a favour, just let me handle your statuary for the American market, and I'll call it one of the smartest strokes of business in my life." It took me a long time, and it had cost us both much grateful and painful emotion, before I had finally managed to refuse his offer and compounded for a bottle of particular wine.