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“Humph!” said she, tossing her head, “he needn’t begin the sulky game with me. Two can play at that, as he ought to know very well. I’ve set my heart on having a handsomer establishment than the purse-proud Mrs. Gileston, and, what is more, I will be gratified. Mr. Tompkins is worth two dollars to her husband’s one, and yet she sweeps about the street with the air of a duchess, and never so much as looks me in the face, though I have been twice introduced to her. But, I’ll be even with my lady! I’ve set my heart on this, and will move heaven and earth to accomplish it.”

This half-spoken soliloquy will afford the reader some clue to the character of Mrs. Tompkins. Her husband, to whom she had been married about ten years, had gradually risen from the position of a clerk to that of a merchant, in a small way, when the death of a distant relative put him in possession of about, thirty thousand dollars. Up to that time, his wife, who was a poor girl when he married her, had been content to live in a style suited to their means. But the moment a fortune so large in her eyes, fell to their share, her ideas expanded, and she suddenly became aware of the fact that she was a woman of no mean importance.

To Mr. Tompkins, this money came just in time to save him from failure. He had started, as too many do, without capital, and had unwisely attempted to do more business than means so limited would bear. He, consequently, knew the value of money far better than his wife, and was disposed to invest what he did not require in his business, in a safe way. She, on the contrary, proposed that they should, at once, adopt a style of living in consonance with their bettered fortunes.

“We live very comfortably, as we now are,” he said, in answer to a repetition of her plea for a handsome house, on the evening following the day of his interview with Wolford. “We live as well as our means have, until within a few years, enabled us to live.”

Mrs. Tompkins rejoined–

“With improved fortunes, we should adopt a different style.”

“I don’t think we should be in any particular hurry about it,” said the husband. “Let the change, if any be made, come gradually.”

“All eyes are upon us,” was Mrs. Tompkins’s answer to this. “And everybody expects us to take a different and higher place in society.”

“It is my opinion,” said the husband, “that we are free to live in any style that may suit us.”

“It is all very well to say that, Mr. Tompkins, but it will not do. We must, while in the world, do as the world does. People in our circumstances do not live in a rented house;–we should have a dwelling of our own, and that a handsome one–handsomer than Gileston’s house, about which there, is so much talk.”

“Gileston’s house!” said Mr. Tompkins, in surprise. “Why that house didn’t cost a cent less than twenty-five thousand dollars.”

“Well, suppose it did not. What then?”

“Do you imagine that we can build a house at an expense of twenty-five thousand dollars?”

“Why not, Mr. Tompkins?”

“Where is the money to come from?”

“There it is again! But I can tell you.”

“I wish to my heart you would, for it’s more than I can.”

“Take it out of bank, where it lies rusting.”

“Humph!”

“What’s the matter?”

“How much do you suppose I have in bank tonight?”

“Dear knows! Forty or fifty thousand dollars, I suppose.”

“Just seventy-nine dollars and ten cents! And what is more, I have two thousand dollars to pay to-morrow, five hundred on the day after, and ten or twelve thousand more to make up within the next two weeks. If You will tell me where all this money is to come from, I will build you a dozen houses: as it is, you must build your own castles–in the air.”