"Well, old cent per cent, how are you?" said the Major. "Allow me to introduce my most particular friend, Mr Newland."
"Auh! Master Major," replied the descendant of Abraham, a little puny creature, bent double with infirmity, and carrying one hand behind his back, as if to counterbalance the projection of his head and shoulders. "You vash please to call me shent per shent. I wish I vash able to make de monies pay that. Mr Newland, can I be of any little shervice to you?"
"Sit down, sit down, Emmanuel. You have my warrant for Mr Newland's respectability, and the sooner we get over the business the better."
"Auh, Mr Major, it ish true, you was recommend many good—no, not always good—customers to me, and I was very much obliged. Vat can I do for your handsome young friend? De young gentlemen always vant money; and it is de youth which is de time for de pleasure and enjoyment."
"He wants a thousand pounds, Emmanuel."
"Dat is a large sum—one tousand pounds' he does not vant any more?"
"No," replied I, "that will be sufficient."
"Vel, den, I have de monish in my pocket. I will just beg de young gentleman to sign a little memorandum, dat I may von day receive my monish."
"But what is that to be?" interrupted I.
"It will be to promise to pay me my monish and only fifteen per shent, when you come into your own."