“What can we do for you?”
“Oh, I'll wait my turn, sir.”
“Well, it is your turn now, if you like.”
“How much have you got of mine, if you please, sir?”
“Your balance? I'll see. Nine hundred and four pounds.”
“Well, sir, then, if you please, I'll draa that.”
(“It has come!” thought Skinner.) “What, going to desert us?” he stammered.
“No,” said the other, trembling inwardly, but not moving a facial muscle: “it is only for a day or two, sir.”
“Ah! I see, going to make a purchase. By-the-bye, I believe Mr. Hardie means to offer you some grounds he is buying outside the town: will that suit your book?”
“I dare say it will, sir.”