I don't know where to turn, I don't indeed, or I would not do it, Mr.Bingham.I have spent my last pound to get here.

If you could lend me a hundred pounds I'd give you note of hand for it and try to pay it back little by little; we might take twenty pounds a year from Beatrice's salary----" "Don't, please--do not talk of such a thing!" ejaculated the horrified Geoffrey.

"Where the devil is my cheque-book?
Oh, I know, I left it in Bolton Street.

Here, this will do as well," and he took up a draft note made out to his order, and, rapidly signing his name on the back of it, handed it to Mr.Granger.It was in payment of the fees in the great case of Parsons and Douse and some other matters.

Mr.Granger took the draft, and, holding it close to his eyes, glanced at the amount; it was L200.
"But this is double what I asked for," he said doubtfully.