On each occasion, Mr.Clare exulted over Mr.Vanstone, and Mr.Vanstone quarreled with Mr.Clare.

"One of these days you'll wish you hadn't laid that wager," said the cynic philosopher.

"One of these days I shall have the blessed satisfaction of pocketing your guinea," cried the sanguine friend.

Two years had then passed since Frank's departure.

In one year more results asserted themselves, and settled the question.
Two days after Mr.Vanstone's return from London, he was called away from the breakfast-table before he had found time enough to look over his letters, delivered by the morning's post.