“O! that’s absurd.”
The expert tapped his note-book.
“I’ve a commission myself, sir, for forty.”
Gilead hummed and ha’d a little.
“I think it’s preposterous; it’s against all my principles; but—well, I’ll go to forty-five.”
“You’d better leave me a margin—take my advice.”
“No.”
“A pound or two.”
“Not a copper farthing.”
“You’ll lose it.”