"Of course, I see that it is impossible for you to save anything.

And yet it seems absurd to be stopped by the want of such a sum.

I have a cousin who has no money at all, and no experiments to make, and he paid a thousand pounds for a race-horse last spring." Conolly nodded, to intimate that he knew that such things happened.
Marian could think of no further expedient.

She stood still, thinking, whilst Conolly took up a bit of waste and polished a brass cylinder.
"Mr.Conolly," she said at last, "I cannot absolutely promise you; but I think I can get you five hundred pounds." Conolly stopped polishing the cylinder, and stared at her.

"If I have not enough, I am sure we could make the rest by a bazaar or something.