Ha! ha! the argufying would be all in my favour then." The banker was not a brave man, and his colour changed slightly at the intimation of this obliging wish.

Darvil eyed him grimly and chucklingly.
The rich man resumed: "That may or may not be, Mr.Darvil, according as I might happen or not to have pistols about me.

But to the point.

Quit this house without further debate, without noise, without mentioning to any one else your claim upon its owner--" "Well, and the return ?" "Ten guineas now, and the same sum quarterly, as long as the young lady lives in this town, and you never persecute her by word or letter." "That is forty guineas a year.

I can't live upon it." "You will cost less in the House of Correction, Mr.Darvil." "Come, make it a hundred: Alley is cheap at that." "Not a farthing more," said the banker, buttoning up his breeches pockets with a determined air.
"Well, out with the shiners." "Do you promise or not ?" "I promise." "There are your ten guineas.