'Come, give me the other,' said Charley roughly.
'Four is quite enough, quite enough for what you want; and remember my time, Mr. Tudor; you should remember my time.'
'Give me the other sovereign,' said Charley, taking hold of the front of his coat.
'Well, well, you shall have ten shillings; but I want the rest for a purpose.'
'Give me the sovereign,' said Charley, 'or I'll drag you in before them all in the bank and expose you; give me the other sovereign, I say.'
'Ha, ha, ha!' laughed Mr. M'Ruen; 'I thought you liked a joke, Mr. Tudor. Well, here it is. And now do be punctual, pray do be punctual, and I'll do anything I can for you.'
And then they parted, Charley going westward towards his own haunts, and M'Ruen following his daily pursuits in the city.
Charley had engaged to pull up to Avis's at Putney with Harry Norman, to dine there, take a country walk, and row back in the cool of the evening; and he had promised to call at the Weights and Measures with that object punctually at five.
'You can get away in time for that, I suppose,' said Harry.
'Well, I'll try and manage it,' said Charley, laughing.