Played out, with a million dollars in your pocket?
Played out, with wealth pouring in in mighty waves?
Whose name is Norval still?
Whose are these Grampian Hills?
In yonder silent heavens the stars still shine, printing on boundless space the words of golden promise.

Will you leave Sevenoaks?
Will you go to yonder metropolis, and there reap, in honor and pleasure, the rewards of your enterprise?
Will you leave Sevenoaks howling in pain?
Will you leave these scurvy ministers to whine for their salaries and whine to empty air?
Ye fresh fields and pastures new, I yield, I go, I reside! I spurn the dust of Sevenoaks from my feet.

I hail the glories of the distant mart.

I make my bow to you, sir.

You ask my pardon?
It is well! Go!" The next morning, after a long examination of his affairs, in conference with his confidential agent, and the announcement to Mrs.Belcher that he was about to start for New York on business, Phipps took him and his trunk on a drive of twenty miles, to the northern terminus of a railroad line which, with his connections, would bear him to the city of his hopes.
It is astonishing how much room a richly dressed snob can occupy in a railway car without receiving a request to occupy less, or endangering the welfare of his arrogant eyes.