But it came to pass that Nicholas, in his greed of wealth, obtained supplementary employment, which benefited him to the extent of a yearly ten pounds.

Called upon to render his statement to the surveyor of income-tax, he declared himself in possession of a hundred and one pounds per annum; consequently, he stood indebted to the Exchequer in the sum of four pounds, sixteen shillings, and ninepence.

His countenance darkened, as also did that of Mrs.Peak.
'This is wrong and cruel--dreadfully cruel!' cried the latter, with tears in her eyes.
'It is; but that's no new thing,' was the bitter reply.
'I think it's wrong of _you_, Nicholas.

What need is there to say anything about that ten pounds?
It's taking the food out of our mouths.' Knowing only the letter of the law, Mr.Peak answered sternly: 'My income is a hundred and one pounds.

I can't sign my name to a lie.' Picture the man.