Better than ten francs, a good deal.

Better--better--" "Good--you say?
Ten sheeling--" The driver muttered and muttered, as if dissatisfied.

But as a matter of fact he stowed the note in his waistcoat pocket with considerable satisfaction, looked at Aaron curiously, and drove away.
Aaron stood there in the dark outside the big gates, and wished himself somewhere else.

However, he rang the bell.

There was a huge barking of dogs on the other side.