"Well, it is your turn now, if you like."
"How much have you got of mine, if you please, sir?"
"Your balance? I'll see. Nine hundred and four pounds."
"Well, sir, then, if _you_ please, I'll draa _that._"
("It has come!" thought Skinner.) "What, going to desert us?" he stammered.
"No," said the other, trembling inwardly, but not moving a facial muscle: "it is only for a day or two, sir."
"Ah! I see, going to make a purchase. By-the-bye, I believe Mr. Hardie means to offer you some grounds he is buying outside the town: will that suit your book?"
"Then perhaps you will wait till our governor comes in?"