"We must pay, though," said Percivale, putting his hand in his pocket, and taking out his purse. "There! Just as I feared! No money!—Two—three shillings—and sixpence!"
Mr. Blackstone stopped the cab.
"I've not got as much," he said. "But it's of no consequence. I'll run and write a check."
"But where can you change it? The little shops about here won't be able."
"There's the Blue Posts."
"Let me take it, then. You won't be seen going into a public-house?" said
Percivale.
"Pooh! pooh!" said Mr. Blackstone. "Do you think my character won't stand that much? Besides, they wouldn't change it for you. But when I think of it, I used the last check in my book in the beginning of the week. Never mind; they will lend me five pounds."
We drove to the Blue Posts. He got out, and returned in one minute with five sovereigns.
"What will people say to your borrowing five pounds at a public-house?" said Percivale.
"If they say what is right, it won't hurt me."