"What is your advice?"
"Ride on horseback."
"How can I do so? One hundred pounds in debt, and only one hundred pounds per annum. I cannot starve a year, and ride on horseback too. You give advice I cannot follow."
"I should be sorry to do so. I will write you a prescription, but you must take it yourself to be made up in Lombard-street; and I will write you a note, which you must take to Mr. John Tattsall.
"Just read that paper, while I write the prescription, Doctor Cassock."
"Messrs Gold, Silver, and Company, Bankers, Lombard-street. Pay the bearer £100 on account of,
"Your's, faithfully,
£100.
Geoffery Gambado."
"Dear John,—Give my old friend, Doctor Cassock, just such a nag as the first I had of you for £50, and I will pay you for it,—for its keep, and for its stable room,—groom and all,—so that the Doctor may always find it saddled and bridled, and have nothing to pay; but set all down to the account of,