“That’ju，George？”heusedtosay。“Comein。Here’sathing。
Tellhim——Mister——overagain。Haveadrink，George？No！Wiseman！Liss’n。”
Iwasalwaysreadytolisten。AllsortsoffinancialmarvelscameoutoftheHardingham，moreparticularlyduringmyuncle’slastgreatflurry，buttheywerenothingtotheprojectsthatpassedin。Itwasthelittlebrownandgoldroomhesatinusually。HehadhaditredecoratedbyBordinglyandhalfadozenSussexpicturesbyWebsterhungaboutit。Latterlyheworeavelveteenjacketofagolden-browncolourinthisapartmentthatIthinkover-emphasiseditsestheticintention，andhealsoaddedsomegrossChinesebronzes。
Hewas，onthewhole，averyhappymanthroughoutallthatwildlyenterprisingtime。Hemadeand，asIshalltellinitsplace，spentgreatsumsofmoney。Hewasconstantlyinviolentmotion，constantlystimulatedmentallyandphysicallyandrarelytired。
Abouthimwasanatmosphereofimmensedeferencemuchofhiswakinglifewastriumphalandallhisdreams。Idoubtifhehadanydissatisfactionwithhimselfatalluntilthecrashborehimdown。Thingsmusthavegoneveryrapidlywithhim。Ithinkhemusthavebeenveryhappy。