'It'll be the king on his throne next. Laws, girl! you're like beer and treacle.'
'You've not answered me,' said Reddin.
'She's set.'
'Eh?'
'Set. Bespoke. Let.'
'She's a right to change her mind.'
'Nay! A bargain's a bargain. Why, they've bought the clothes, mister, and the furniture and the cake!'
'If she comes with me, you'll go home with a cheque for fifty pounds, and that's all I've got,' said Reddin naively.
'I tell you, sir, she's let,' Abel repeated. 'A bargain's a bargain!'
It occurred to him that the Callow garden might, with fifty pounds, be filled with beehives from end to end.