Ah! by George, there's the quarters chiming.

I shall be too late, as I live." Not hurried still, however; even by that near prospect, he sauntered to his dressing-table, took up one of the pretty velvet and gold-filigreed absurdities, and shook out all the banknotes there were in it.

There were fives and tens enough to count up 45 pounds.

He reached over and caught up a five from a little heap lying loose on a novel of Du Terrail's, and tossed the whole across the room to the boy.
"There you are, young one! But don't borrow of any but your own people again, Berk.

We don't do that.