“Ah! Ah! very good, indeed, Miss Tinker. Must remember that. But we shall shake him off yet, you bet.”
“Thank you, I don’t bet.”
“Beg pardon, Miss Tinker, only a way of speaking, don’tcherknow. No offence,” and Nehemiah told himself that Dorothy was a very difficult girl indeed.
“So you think you’ll wear Mr. Pinder out. Do you mean his patience or his means?”
“Oh! patience is cheap enough. I dare say Pinder has plenty of that. It’s the poor man’s assets, don’tcherknow.”
“I’m afraid that’s often too true, Mr. Wimpenny.”
“Well, I could have sworn it was about all the stock-in-trade Pinder had to break him in. But somebody’s finding the money, or else Sykes is a bigger fool than I take him to be.”
“Money, money, money, you men seem to talk and think of nothing but money.”
“And they say, Miss Tinker, that women have a very pretty notion of spending what the men think and talk about.”
“Well, I for one would rather talk of something else. You’re sure, now, uncle is going to win this case?”