And so it was, for it was a new one.

Then at last he held it out to Dicky, and when Dicky put out his hand for it the G.B.suddenly put the sovereign back in his pocket.
'No,' he said, 'I won't give you the sovereign.

I'll give you fifteen shillings, and this nice bottle of scent.

It's worth far more than the five shillings I'm charging you for it.

And, when you can, you shall pay me back the pound, and sixty per cent interest--sixty per cent, sixty per cent.' 'What's that ?' said H.O.
The G.B.said he'd tell us that when we paid back the sovereign, but sixty per cent was nothing to be afraid of.