"But consider how we shall be requited when Barraclough turns up with the concession."
"If he turns up."
"We shall know at eleven o'clock tonight."
"That's purely hypothetical."
"My dear Cassis, the world is made up of hypotheses—dreams that sometimes come true. What are you doing with your holdings in Estuary?"
"I'm selling."
The old man's eyes blazed.
"On the contrary, my friend. This is a fight and we fight to a finish, please. By your leave we do not take the count until tomorrow morning."
"I'm not made of money," Cassis complained.
"Very well then, if you are determined to sell—sell to me."