The moneylender opened it and dipped his pen into the ink.
"Shall I fill it up ?" said he.
"I think, Admiral," remarked Westmacott, "that we had better have a little walk and some luncheon before we settle this matter." "Oh, we may as well do it at once.

It would be absurd to postpone it now," Metaxa spoke with some heat, and his eyes glinted angrily from between his narrow lids at the imperturbable Charles.

The Admiral was simple in money matters, but he had seen much of men and had learned to read them.

He saw that venomous glance, and saw too that intense eagerness was peeping out from beneath the careless air which the agent had assumed.
"You're quite right, Westmacott," said he.

"We'll have a little walk before we settle it." "But I may not be here this afternoon." "Then we must choose another day." "But why not settle it now ?" "Because I prefer not," said the Admiral shortly.
"Very well.