Tobias Clutterbuck may be poor, me dear friend, but"-- and here he puffed out his chest and tapped on it with his round, sponge-like fist--"he's honest, and pays debts of honour on the nail.

No, sir, there's no one can say a word against Tobias, except that he's a half-pay old fool with more heart than brains.

However," he added, suddenly dropping the sentimental and coming back to the practical, "if you, me dear boy, can obloige me with the money until to-morrow morning, I'll play Jorrocks with pleasure.
There's not many men that I'd ask such a favour of, and even from you I'd never accept anything more than a mere timporary convanience." "You may stake your life on that," Ezra Girdlestone said with a sneer, looking sullenly down and tracing figures with the end of his stick on the stone steps.

"You'll never get the chance.

I make it a rule never to lend any one money, either for short or long periods." "And you won't let me have this throifling accommodation ?" "No," the young man said decisively.
For a moment the major's brick-coloured, weather-beaten face assumed an even darker tint, and his small dark eyes looked out angrily from under his shaggy brows at his youthful companion.