"Yes; that's my side—the side of justice and wisdom, if you come to think of it."
"And what's the figure? I'm a poor man, and oughtn't to lose a chance of making good money, Mr. Weekes. 'Tis the opportunity of a lifetime, you see. 'Twill never come again."
"Well, I'm no skinflint. Give her up and I'll let you have ten pounds."
"Ten pounds! That's an awful lot!"
"A lot of money, as you say."
"But not enough for Sarah Jane."
Weekes held the battle as good as won, and now determined to fight for the lowest figure possible. He was rather astonished to succeed so easily, and from great anxiety leapt quickly over to the other extreme of contempt.
"You're greedy, I'm afraid."
"No, no—not greedy, only businesslike. I won her fairly, you see. Us can't all go uphill, like you. Some stands still; some goes down. Here's my chance to go up a little."
"I'll make it fifteen, then."