"Oh, sir!" cried Moore, despairingly, "I have relied upon this bargain."
"No fault o' mine, Mr. Moore, no fault o' mine, sair."
"Do you think I would ask you to reconsider your words if I had any hope of obtaining the money in any other quarter?"
"Where is Lord Brooking? He should help ye if ye ask him."
"Lord Brooking is on the Continent."
"Really, Mr. Moore, ye accomplish nothing by this perseestance."
"Have you no heart, Mr. McDermot?"
"Weel, it has no voice in my business affairs, sair."
"If you will give me one thousand pounds to-night and three hundred more during the year you shall own and publish all that I write these two years."
"No, no, Mr. Moore."