Hops have gone up to nearly a dollar.

You don't suppose we don't know that, do you, Mr.Dyke ?" "What's the price of hops got to do with you ?" "It's got THIS to do with us," returned the other with a sudden aggressiveness, "that the freight rate has gone up to meet the price.
We're not doing business for our health.

My orders are to raise your rate to five cents, and I think you are getting off easy." Dyke stared in blank astonishment.

For the moment, the audacity of the affair was what most appealed to him.

He forgot its personal application.
"Good Lord," he murmured, "good Lord! What will you people do next?
Look here.