The big gates were just beyond.
"Sir William Franks--there." In a mixture of Italian and English the driver told Aaron to get down and ring the bell on the right.

Aaron got down and in the darkness was able to read the name on the plate.
"How much ?" said Aaron to the driver.
"Ten franc," said the fat driver.
But it was his turn now to screw down and scrutinise the pink ten-shilling note.

He waved it in his hand.
"Not good, eh?
Not good moneys ?" "Yes," said Aaron, rather indignantly.

"Good English money.

Ten shillings.