"You won't get it."
"Then what shall I get? I find it hard to believe that a man can be reduced to the position of a mendicant! I ask again--what shall I get?"
"Nothing."
"That is not only foolish, madam, it is cruel. Shall we speak of such a bagatelle as fifteen pounds?"
"No."
The fellow made a grimace as if he ground his teeth.
"Ten?"
"No."
He threw out his arms as if appealing to the gods of the gallery.
"Confound it; is a gentleman to be reduced to ask for the loan of a trumpery five-pound note!"