“Well, seeing it’s you, I’ll knock off just one; but not another to please any fellow, even if he were my grandmother’s first cousin,” added Scott.
“There’s some difference between a hundred and a thousand pounds,” suggested Sanford.
“A slight difference,” said Laybold.
“I don’t expect any of us will live long enough to spend a hundred pounds in this country, which is about eighteen hundred of these tricks-bunker dollars, to say nothing of a thousand. Why, we paid only three bunkers for two lodgings and two breakfasts. How’s a fellow ever to spend eighteen hundred bunkers? For my part, I think I’m lucky in having less than four hundred of the things to get rid of.”
“But you needn’t feel under the necessity of spending all your money in this country,” laughed the cashier.
“My father promised to send me some more; but I hope he won’t do it till I get out of Sweden. If he does I shall be ruined. Here’s poor Laybold, with a letter of credit for a hundred pounds, besides twenty-five in cash. I pity the poor fellow. It wouldn’t be so bad in London, where it costs a fellow from ten to twenty shillings a day to breathe.”
“I think I shall be able to survive,” added Laybold.
“I hope so; but you ought to hear him talk about his bankers. Topsails and topping-lifts! His bankers! Messrs. Pitchers Brothers & Co.”
“No! Bowles Brothers & Co,” interposed Laybold.
“It’s all the same thing; there isn’t much difference between bowls and pitchers. One breaks as easy as the other.”