"My good friend, Owen Wood,--Heaven preserve him!--_is_ still living.

And, for a man who'll never see sixty again, he's in excellent preservation, I assure you." "You delight me with the intelligence," said the stranger, entirely recovering his cheerfulness of look.
"I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him." "Quite the contrary," rejoined the woollen-draper, laughing good-humouredly.

"Everything has prospered with him in an extraordinary manner.

His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,--made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number--ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr.Wood is now in very affluent circumstances.

He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion.