So there! And you may go." Lala Roy opened his hand.

There were at least five golden sovereigns glorifying his dingy palm.
"Can gold," the moralist asked, "ever increase the virtue of man?
Woman, how much ?" "Is it trouble ?" she repeated, looking greedily at the money.

"Will the young man get copped ?" Lala understood no London slang.

But he showed his hand again.
"How much?
Who so is covetous let him know that his heart is poor.

How much ?" "Poor young man! I'll take them all, please, sir.