“Don’t talk nonsense, man. I tell you I must have it.”
“Your paper’s getting bad, Major. Too much of it in the market.”
“Look here, Barclay; do you want to insult me?”
“Not I, sir; never thought of such a thing.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“I mean? Only that you’ve had five hundred pounds of my money during these last three months.”
“For which you hold bills for seven hundred and fifty.”
“You put down five hundred pounds now in Bank of England notes, Major Rockley, and you shall have the lot.”
“Then you do mean to insult me, sir?”
“No, Major.”