You had better make the most you can out of me." Raymond nodded.
"The most you will get, in fact, I may say _all_ you will get from me, is enough ready money to carry you to Paris, and a check for twenty pounds to follow, when I hear you have arrived there." "It's mean," said Raymond; "it's cursed mean; and from a man like you, too, whom I feel for as a brother.

I'd rather try my luck with Ruth.
She's not married yet, anyway." "You will do as you like," said Charles, getting up.

"If I find you have been trying your luck with her, as you call it, you won't get a farthing from me afterwards.

And you may remember, she can't help you without consulting her friends.

And your complaint is one that requires absolute quiet, or I'm very much mistaken." Raymond bit his finger, and looked irresolute.
"To-day is Wednesday," said Charles; "on Saturday I shall come back here in the afternoon, and if you have come to my terms by that time you can cough after I do.