“Yes; and going back poorer. You are such a one to wheedle a fresh loan.”
“Yes; at a hundred per cent.”
“Tchah! Nonsense! But, I say, nothing wrong about the lady, is there?”
“Hold your tongue, and mind your own business.”
“Well, that is my business, you reckless young dog. If you don’t make a rich match, where shall I be?”
“Here, what are you doing?”
“Ringing the bell, dear boy.”
“What for?”
“Well, that’s fool. I have come all this way from town, had no end of trouble to run you down at your hotel, and then you think I don’t want any breakfast.”
“Yes, sir.”