'That for which you asked.'
'I asked for none.'
'You desired a hundred pounds for the purpose of getting back Coombe Park. Put in your hand and take it.'
'I will not.'
His courage was returning, as he thought he saw evasion of her promise in the woman.
'For the matter of that, if this Hand of Glory can fetch money, it might as well fetch more than that.'
'How much?'
'A hundred is not over much. Two hundred—a thousand.'
'Say a thousand.'
'So I do.'