And your money is to pay the debts,
you know."
"Poor old chap," said I. I sympathized with him in the loss of his
island.
"Here's the house, you see," said Mason, turning to the map, and
dismissing the sorrows of the old lord of Neopalia. "About the middle
of the island, nearly a thousand feet above the sea. I'm afraid it's a
tumble-down old place, and will swallow a lot of money without looking
much better for the dose. To put it into repair for the reception of
the future Lady Wheatley would cost--"
"The future Lady Wheatley says she won't go there on any account," I
interrupted.
"But, my very dear lord," cried he, aghast, "if she won't--"
"She won't, and there's an end of it, Mr. Mason. Well, good day. I'm
to have possession in a month?"
"In a month to the very day--on the seventh of May."
"All right, I shall be there to take it;" and escaping from the legal
quarter, I made my way to my sister's house in Cavendish Square. She
had a party, and I was bound to go by brotherly duty. As luck would
have it, however, I was rewarded for my virtue (and if that's not
luck in this huddle-muddle world, I don't know what is): the Turkish
ambassador dropped in, and presently James came and took me up to him.
My brother-in-law, James Cardew, is always anxious that I should know
the right people.
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