“That makes two thousand four hundred; why, his whole stock won't cover it.”
“No!”
“Don't understand it, it is too deep for me. What is the old gentleman doing?”
“Hunting Will-o'-the-wisp. Throwing it away in speculations that are colored bright for him by a man that wants to ruin him.”
“Aha!” cackled Crawley.
“And do him no harm.”
“Augh! How far is it to the bottom of the sea, sir, if you please? I'm sure you know? Mr. Levi and you.”
“Crawley,” said Meadows, suddenly turning the conversation, “the world calls me close-fisted, have you found me so?”
“Liberal as running water, sir. I sometimes say how long will this last before such a great man breaks Peter Crawley and flings him away and takes another?” and Crawley sighed.
“Then your game is to make yourself necessary to me.”