"Because she'll be here just now."
"What do I care? If you think I'm going to be afraid of Mother Van, you're mistaken. Let come what may, I'm not going to live under her thumb." So he lighted his cigar.
"All right," said Musselboro, and he took up his pen and went to work at his book.
"What is she coming here for this morning?" asked Broughton.
"To look after her money. What should she come for?"
"She gets her interest. I don't suppose there's better paid money in the City."
"She hasn't got what was coming to her at Christmas yet."
"And this is February. What would she have? She had better put her dirty money into the three per cents., if she is frightened at having to wait a week or two."
"Can she have it to-day?"
"What, the whole of it? Of course she can't. You know that as well as I do. She can have four hundred pounds, if she wants it. But seeing all she gets out of the concern, she has no right to press for it in that way. She is the —— old usurer I ever came across in my life."