To want anything was to have it.
"I repeat, sir, I cannot sell it.

It belongs to a Hungarian who is now in Hungary.

I loaned him fifteen hundred and took the Amati as security.
Until I learn if he is dead I cannot dispose of the violin.

I am sorry.
But because you are a real artist, sir, I will loan it to you if you will make a deposit of ten thousand against any possible accident, and that upon demand you will return the instrument to me." "That's fair enough," interposed Cutty.
"I beg pardon," said Hawksley.

"I agree.