WILLIAMBENTPITMAN，ifthisshouldmeettheeyeof，hewillhearofSOMETHINGTOHISADVANTAGEonthefarendofthemainlinedepartureplatform，WaterlooStation，2to4P。M。，Sundaynext。
Morrisreperusedthisliterarytriflewithapprobation。’Terse，’
hereflected。’Somethingtohisadvantageisnotstrictlytrue;
butit’stakingandoriginal，andamanisnotonoathinanadvertisement。AllthatIrequirenowisthereadycashformyownmealsandfortheadvertisement，and——no，Ican’tlavishmoneyuponJohn，butI’llgivehimsomemorepapers。Howtoraisethewind？’
Heapproachedhiscabinetofsignets，andthecollectorsuddenlyrevoltedinhisblood。’Iwillnot！’hecried;’nothingshallinducemetomassacremycollection——rathertheft！’Anddashingupstairstothedrawing—room，hehelpedhimselftoafewofhisuncle’scuriosities：apairofTurkishbabooshes，aSmyrnafan，awater—cooler，amusketguaranteedtohavebeenseizedfromanEphesianbandit，andapocketfulofcuriousbutincompleteseashells。