But go with me when we get to Birmingham, and you shall have my cheque for four hundred and thirty-six pounds." The train began to move on.

Hilliard had uncrossed his legs, and sat bending forward, his eyes on vacancy.
"Does that alter your opinion of me ?" asked the other.
"I sha'n't believe it till I have cashed the cheque." "You're one of those young fellows who think so much of themselves they've no good opinion to spare for anyone else.

And what's more, I've still half a mind to give you a good thrashing before I give you the cheque.

There's just about time, and I shouldn't wonder if it did you good.

You want some of the conceit taken out of you, my lad." Hilliard seemed not to hear this.