However, it's your affair, not mine." "But, uncle, I'm pretty quick at figures," said I.
"And intelligent and respectable too, I suppose ?" added my uncle, looking at me over his glasses.

"Well, do as you choose." "Will you be angry ?" I inquired.
"Tut, tut!" said my uncle, rising, "that will do.

You had better write by the next post, if you are bent on doing it.

You can write at my desk." So saying he departed, leaving me very perplexed and a good deal out of humour with my wonderful advertisement.
However, I sat down and answered it.

Six of my uncle's sheets of paper were torn up before I got the first sentence to my satisfaction, and six more before the letter was done.