He was--himself, impervious to surroundings, however unusual.
"Why should I not be your capitalist ?" she inquired slowly.
"Have you as much as twelve thousand pounds that you want to invest ?" he asked, incredulously.
She rose to her feet and moved across to her desk.

He sat quite still, watching her without any apparent curiosity.

She unlocked a drawer and returned to him with a bankbook in her hand.
"Add that up," she directed, "and tell me how much I have." He drew a lead pencil from his pocket and quickly added up the total.
"If you have not given any cheques since this was made up," he said calmly, "you have a credit balance of thirteen thousand, one hundred and eighteen pounds, nine shillings and fourpence.

It is very foolish of you to keep so much money on current account.

You are absolutely losing about eight pounds a week." She smiled.
"It is foolish of me, I suppose," she admitted, "but I have no one to advise me just now.