"Of course she likes her money."
"Likes her money! By George she does; her own and anybody else's that she can get hold of. For a downright leech, recommend me always to a woman. When a woman does go in for it, she is much more thorough than any man." Then Broughton turned over the little pages of his book, and Musselboro pondered over the big pages of his book, and there was silence for a quarter of an hour.
"There's something about nine hundred and fifteen pounds due to her," said Musselboro.
"I daresay there is."
"It would be a very good thing to let her have it if you've got it. The whole of it this morning, I mean."
"If! yes, if!" said Broughton.
"I know there's more than that at the bank."
"And I'm to draw out every shilling that there is! I'll see Mother Van—further first. She can have £500 if she likes it,—and the rest in a fortnight. Or she can have my note-of-hand for it all at fourteen days."
"She won't like that at all," said Musselboro.
"Then she must lump it. I'm not going to bother myself about her. I've pretty nearly as much money in it as she has, and we're in a boat together. If she comes here bothering, you'd better tell her so."