“These diamonds, my lord, this string of pearls, and a large diamond bracelet. Look at these diamonds, my lord—”
“Don’t talk. I don’t want everybody to see. Lay them on the table. No: show me the pearls.”
“They are perfect, my lord, and—”
“Hold your tongue, man. That will do.”
“I’ll slip out this bracelet, my lord. No; I’ll go and give it to my wife. She shall put it on, and you can go and talk to her, and see how beautiful it is in design.”
“Hold your tongue, man. The pearls will do. How much?”
“Three hundred guineas, my lord. They are—”
“Bah! Robbery! I’ll give you two hundred down. Do you think I want credit?”
“But, my lord, I should lose heavily.”
“And a doosid good thing too, Barclay. You want bleeding. Am I to have them?”