“Few pounds more or less!” echoed Ben Halse. “Why where would I—where would we—have been if I had always run on that notion? Little girl, it’s for you that I want to screw out every penny I can, no matter how I do it. For you.”
“Then knock off doing it, dear, especially in some directions. That won’t bring me any good, to put it on that ground. Now that deal with Undhlawafa is off, dead off? Isn’t it?”
The last rather anxiously.
“Well, I don’t know—yes, I suppose it is,” somewhat undecidedly.
The girl shook her head.
“Of course it is,” she returned. “It’s not to be thought of for a moment. We are not in dire need, remember, though even then such a thing would be out of the question. Yes, quite off. My instinct has been right before, remember.”
“So it has. No, I shan’t touch this affair. They’ll have to get somebody else.”
“Nkose! O’ Nongqai!” (The police.)
Both started. The interruption came from the trader’s other boy, who had slipped into the yard in a state of some consternation.
“Where, Panjani?” said his master.