Then Sir Felix got up as though he had paid his score.

Fisker, with smiling good humour, arranged the little bits of paper before him and looked round upon the company.
'This won't do, you know,' said Nidderdale.

'Mr Fisker must have his money before he leaves.

You've got it, Carbury.' 'Of course he has,' said Grasslough.
'As it happens, I have not,' said Sir Felix,--'but what if I had ?' 'Mr Fisker starts for New York immediately,' said Lord Nidderdale.

'I suppose we can muster L600 among us.