Those greedy court gallants would eat up all the gold of the Indies, and be no whit the richer for it.

No money lending, young man, for in that way lies ruin, as too many have found." The Master Builder winced like one touched in a tender part, whilst Reuben answered boldly: "I have no such intentions.

I hate usury, nor care I to earn money for others to filch from me.

I get my wealth by honest trade; and if any man comes to me for aid, all the help I can give him is to put him in the way of doing the like." Lady Scrope nodded her head and laughed her shrill witch-like laugh.
"He! he! he! Offer honest work to a needy gallant! May I be there to hear when thou dost.

Work, forsooth!--a turn at the galleys would do most of them a power of good.