“And twenty,” said Mr. Jingle.
“Come, come, I’ll write you a cheque,” said the little man; and down he sat at the table for that purpose.
“I’ll make it payable the day after to-morrow,” said the little man, with a look towards Mr. Wardle, “and we can get the lady away, meanwhile.” Mr. Wardle sullenly nodded assent.
“A hundred,” said the little man.
“And twenty,” said Mr. Jingle.
“My dear sir,” remonstrated the little man.
“Give it him,” interposed Mr. Wardle, “and let him go.”
The cheque was written by the little gentleman, and pocketed by Mr. Jingle.
“Now, leave this house instantly!” said Wardle, starting up.
“My dear sir,” urged the little man.