So we are all getting our money out as fast as possible.' 'By way of binding up the bruised reed, eh ?' 'Oh! every man for himself.

A man is under no obligation to his banker, that I know of.' And the good man bustled off with his pockets full of gold.
The vicar entered.

All was hurry and anxiety.

The clerks seemed trying to brazen out their own terror, and shovelled the rapidly lessening gold and notes across the counter with an air of indignant nonchalance.

The vicar asked to see the principal.
'If you want your money, sir--' answered the official, with a disdainful look.
'I want no money.