A man ceases to care for the great interests of the world, or even to be aware of their existence, when his whole soul is in Spanish bonds.

They wanted to make a banker of me, but I found that it would kill me." "It would kill me, I think, if I had to confine myself to Spanish bonds." "You know what I mean.

You at any rate can understand me, though I fear you are too far gone to abandon the idea of making a fortune." "I would abandon it to-morrow if I could come into a fortune ready made.

A man must at any rate eat." "Yes;--he must eat.

But I am not quite sure," said Wharton thoughtfully, "that he need think about what he eats." "Unless the beef is sent up without horse radish!" It had happened that when the two men sat down to their dinner the insufficient quantity of that vegetable supplied by the steward of the club had been all consumed, and Wharton had complained of the grievance.
"A man has a right to that for which he has paid," said Wharton, with mock solemnity, "and if he passes over laches of that nature without observation he does an injury to humanity at large.