"No, George; no; we're sure of that."
"When this business is broken up, as broken up it soon will be—"
"Oh, George, don't say so."
"Ay, but it will. Then I shall walk out from Magenta House with empty pockets and with clean hands."
"But think of me, George. I had four thousand pounds when we began. Hadn't I, now?"
"I do think of you, and I forgive you. Now go up to Brisket, for he will want his answer. I can assist you no further. My name is still left to me, and of that you may avail yourself. But as for money, George Robinson has none."
About half an hour after that, Mr. Brisket again descended the stairs with his usual ponderous and slow step, and went forth into the street, shaking the dust from his feet as he did so. He was sore offended, and vowed in his heart that he would never enter that house again. He had pressed Mr. Brown home about the money; and that gentleman had suggested to him, first, that it should be given to him on the day after the marriage, and then that it should be included in the bill. "You offered to take it all in one bill before, you know," said Mr. Brown. Hereupon Brisket began to think that he did not see his way at all, and finally left the house in great anger.
He went direct from thence to Mrs. Poppins' lodgings, where he knew that he would find Miss Brown. Poppins himself was, of course, at his work, and the two ladies were together.
"I've come to wish you good-by," he said, as he walked into the room.
"Laws, Mr. Brisket!" exclaimed Mrs. Poppins.