of the price he would have paid for it.
"Well, Van," he said at last, making a slow, awkward gesture with his left hand, all the fingers extended, "well, I'll take you up--but I don't feel as though I should--" He suddenly interrupted himself with a burst of sincerity, exclaiming: "Sure, old man, if I had nine thousand I'd give it to you for the block, that's straight goods." He felt that he was conscientious in saying this.

It was true he would have given nine thousand if he had had it.

For that matter he might have given ten or twelve.
"Can't we settle the whole matter to-day ?" said Vandover.

"Right here--now.

I'm sick of it, sick of everything.