“And precious bad Christians,” said Wrigley sourly.
“Awfully! But I say, don’t be so ruffled, man. Lucky I didn’t come for some hard coin this morning.”
“It is; and hang me if I ever lend you money again if I’ve to have blood thrown in my face.”
“Bah! you shouldn’t be so sensitive about it. I don’t mind about your descent.”
“Enough to make any man sensitive. Gad, sir, any one would think we were lepers, seeing the treatment we receive.”
“Yes, it’s too bad,” said Jessop soothingly; “but you do have your recompense, old man. Nice refined revenge your people have had for the insult and contempt they have met with. There, let’s talk business.”
“Yes, let’s talk business. Now, then, what about the hole in the earth down which people throw their money?”
“Well, it’s a big hole.”
“Yes, I know that, but is it a big do after all?”
“No. As I told you, the old man wouldn’t have gone in for it if it hadn’t been right.”