’Recklessandimprovidentdogs，then，’saidPangloss。’Alwaysare-ninetimesoutoften。’
Iturnedtothemasteroftheworkhouse，andaskedhimwhetherthemenhadanymoney？
’Money？’saidhe。’Ihaveinmyironsafe，nearlyfourhundredpoundsoftheirs；theagentshavenearlyahundredpoundsmoreandmanyofthemhaveleftmoneyinIndianbanksbesides。’
’Hah！’saidItomyself，aswewentup-stairs，’thisisnotthebestofallpossiblestories，Idoubt！’
Wewentintoalargeward，containingsometwentyorfive-and-