"It's worth money, too," he remarked.
"Give you a new start in a new country," continued Jaggers. "Quite the capitalist."
Joses's eyes wandered.
"I don't say it mightn't fix it," he said at last cautiously. "But it'd mean cash. Could you give me something on account?"
His Reverence was prepared.
He took a leather case out of his pocket and handed over five bank-notes.
"There's a pony," he said. "Now I don't want to see you till after the race. You know me. Me word's me bond. It's all out this time."
With a proud and priestly air he strode back to the house.