“To be sure you may. If not yours, whose is it?”
“Then, Eli Rattenbury, I don’t think I’ll put any more out to interest. I’ve done so well with this that I’ll bide content.”
And Richard put the twenty sovereigns in with the twenty-five. Then he looked up into Rattenbury’s face.
“What’s the matter, man? got a stomach ache?”
“I ain’t well, I’ll go home. Don’t y’ think now ’twould be fitty to share with me?”
“Not at all, Eli; the loan was mine. The interest accordin’ is mine. Suppose you now go and put a little money under the turf and see if Jack Hannaford will treat you in the same way? You don’t look comfortable as I likes to see you, Eli; go home and sleep and dream again.”