What the deuce he was to do for money he did not know.

From the impressive manner in which he put it, it appeared to be one of Nature's great problems that the whole human race were bound to set their heads together to solve.

A hundred pounds--Harry wanted no more, and he could not get it.

His uncles?
they were as poor as rats; and all the spare money they could club was going for Mel's Election expenses.

A hundred and fifty was what Harry really wanted; but he could do with a hundred.