"I should like to think there was somebody working to put a fortune like that into my lap.
We shall have a fifth each." "That'll be five-thousand-pounds for you, Selina," said Mr.Stobell, with a would-be benevolent smile.
Miss Vickers turned a composed little face upon him and languidly closed one eye.
"I had two prizes for arithmetic when I was at school," she remarked; "and don't you call me Selina, unless you want to be called Bobbie." A sharp exclamation from Mr.Tredgold stopped all but the first three words of Mr.Stobell's retort, but he said the rest under his breath with considerable relish.
"Don't mind him," said Miss Vickers.

"I'm half sorry I let him join, now.

A man that used to work for him once told me that he was only half a gentleman, but he'd never seen that half." Mr.Stobell, afraid to trust himself, got up and leaned out of the window.
"Well, we're all agreed, then," said Tredgold, looking round.
"Half a second," said Miss Vickers.

"Before I part with this map you've all got to sign a paper promising me my proper share, and to give me twenty pounds down." Mr.Tredgold hesitated and looked serious.

Mr.Chalk, somewhat dazed by the events of the evening, blinked at him solemnly.