"You talk of thousands as most men do of hundreds.

I really haven't got it." "Oh, bother such stuff as that," interrupted McCloskey, incredulously.

"I don't believe a word of it--I've asked them that know, and every one says you've made a mint of money by speculation--that since ye sold out in the South and came here to live, there's no end to the money ye've made; so you see it don't do to be making a poor mouth to me.

I've come here for a check for five thousand dollars, and shan't go away without it," concluded he, in a loud and threatening tone.
During this conversation, Lizzie Stevens had been standing at the door, momentarily expecting a recall to the apartment.

She heard the low rumble of their voices, but could not distinguish words.