with an expression of relief, and took off his straw hat.

"If you had been in Wall-street since ten o'clock this morning you would
be prepared to enjoy this sail," he said.

"Is Wall-street so very much more disagreeable than other places? I
think my uncle regrets every moment that he spends away from it."

"Ah, yes. Mr. Greer may; he has a good deal to make him like it; if I
made as much money as he does every day there, I think it's possible I
might like it too. But it is a different matter with a poor devil like
me: if I get off without being cheated out of all I've got, it is as
much as I can ask."

"Well, perhaps when he was your age, Uncle Leonard did not ask more than
that."

"Not he; he began, long before he was as old as I am, to do what I can
never learn to do, Miss d'Esirée--make money with one hand and save it
with the other. Now, I'm ashamed to say, a great deal of money comes
into my pockets, but it never stays there long enough to give me the
feeling that I'm a rich man. One gets into a way of living that's
destruction to all chances of a fortune."

"But what's the good of a fortune if you don't enjoy it?" I said,
thinking of the dreary house in Varick-street.

"No good," he said. "It isn't in my nature to be satisfied with the
knowledge that I've got enough to make me happy locked up somewhere in a
safe: I must get it out, and strew it around in sight in the shape of