Coppers, a sixpence, a shilling, no other small change, and he durst not offer so little as eighteenpence.
(However, Heaven be thanked! the people had gone in and the brougham was moving away.) In his purse he had half a sovereign.
"Got change ?" he inquired as boldly as possible.
"How much ?" returned the driver curtly, for he had noticed with curiosity that his fare exchanged no greeting with the carriage people and that the door was shut.
"Change for half a sovereign.

Seven shillings would do." "Ain't got it.

See, fourpence in 'apence, that's all." The man's eye began to alarm Christopher.

He shook with indecision, he gulped down his bitterness, he handed the golden coin.
"All right; never mind change." "Thanky, sir.

Good night." And Mr.Parish was alone on the pavement.