"It will be rectified in London, you know. Some English spirit will perhaps be mixed. But I must not tell you the secrets of the trade till you join us. That Bios is distilled from the bark of the Duffer-tree is a certainty."
"Have you drank any?"
"I've tasted it."
"Is it nice?"
"Very nice;—rather sweet, you know, and will be the better for mixing."
"Gin?" suggested her ladyship.
"Perhaps so,—or whisky. I think I may say that you can't do very much better with your money. You know I would not say this to you were it not true. In such a matter I treat you just as if,—as if you were my sister."
"I know how good you are,—but seven thousand five hundred! I couldn't raise so much as that just at present."
"There are to be six shares," said Lopez, "making £45,000 capital. Would you consent to take a share jointly with me? That would be three thousand seven hundred and fifty."
"But you have a share already," said Lizzie suspiciously.