"What?"
"I said, none at all. You'd just have to take a chance on me."
"But . . . but, my dear sir, don't you know anybody in town?"
"I know a Gothic farmer named Nevitta Gummund's son. He sent me hither."
"Oh, yes, Nevitta. I know him slightly. Would he go your note?"
Padway thought. Nevitta, despite his expansive gestures, had impressed him as being pretty close where money was concerned. "No," he said, "I don't think he would."
Thomasus rolled his eyes upward. "Do You hear that, God?
He comes in here, a barbarian who hardly knows Latin, and admits that he has no security and no guarantors, and still he expects me to lend him money! Did You ever hear the like?"
"I think I can make you change your mind," said Padway.
Thomasus shook his head and made clucking noises. "You certainly have plenty of self-confidence, young man; I admit as much. What did you say your name was?"