"Mr. Moss, I thank you; you have performed the office of a friend."
"It was my desire, Cohen. Then you consent?"
"No. I must have time for reflection. In an hour from now you shall have my answer."
"Don't throw away the chance," said Mr. Moss very earnestly. "Remember, it is for Rachel's sake."
"I will remember it; but I must commune with myself. If before one hour has passed you do not see me at the Salutation Hotel you will understand that I refuse."
"What will you do then, Cohen? How will you manage?"
"God knows. Perhaps he will direct me."
Mr. Moss considered a moment, then took ten five pound banknotes from his pocket, and laid them on the table.
"I will leave this money with you," he said.
"No, no!" cried Aaron.