"Then, again, on Monday night," he added, turning into the room, "you did me the honor to visit my own house."
Drayton was still standing.
"I know you," he said. "Shall I tell you your name?"
Hugh smiled with undisturbed humor. "That also will be unnecessary," he said; and leisurely drew off his gloves.
"What d'ye want? I ain't got no time to waste—that's flat."
"Well, let me see, it's just ten o'clock," said Hugh Ritson, taking out his watch. "I want you to earn twenty pounds before twelve."
Mr. Drayton gave vent to a grim laugh.
"I'll pound it as I'm fly to what that means! You're looking to earn two hundred before midnight."
Mr. Drayton gave Hugh a sidelong glance of great astuteness.
Hugh lifted his eyebrows and shook his head.