“Well; I don’t mind; but if I insure, it shall be for a round sum.”
“Two or three hundred?”
“Bah! A thousand.”
“A thousand?”
“Why not? My stores are worth it.”
“Are they? Stores, and house as well?”
“No, stores alone. I’ll consider about the house.”
“A thousand pounds! You don’t mean it, Pasco?”
“Ay. I’ll insure for one thousand two hundred. I shall have all Coaker’s wool in, and the Brimpts tan which Hamley won’t buy; and I shall be having coals in during summer when price is down, to sell in winter when prices are up. Twelve hundred, Jason; not a penny under.”
“Come on, then, to the office, and have your policy drawn.”