“Egad, if you furnish the ready, I 'll buy the Cathedral and the Cursaal. I 'm not particular as to the investment when the cash is easily come at.”
“De cash is very easy to come at,” said the Jew, with a strange grin.
“You 're a trump, Lazarus!” cried Beecher, in ecstasy at his good fortune. “If I had known you some ten years ago, I 'd have been another man to-day. I was always looking out for one really fair, honester-hearted fellow to deal with, but I never met with him till now.”
“How you have it,—gold or notes?” said Lazarus.
“Well, a little of both, I think,” said Beecher, his eyes greedily devouring the glittering little columns of gold before him.
“How your title?—how your name?” asked Stein, taking up a pen.
“My name is Annesley Beecher. You may write me the 'Honorable Annesley Beecher.'”
“Lord of—”
“I 'm not Lord of anything. I'm next in succession to a peerage, that's all.”
“He call you de Viscount—I forget de name.”