Eight opinions, each different and each cautioning me against the kind of 'care' prescribed by the other seven.
And I paid six thousand dollars!" A cynical smile played round his thin-lipped, sensual, selfish mouth.
"Sixty-three hundred," corrected Vagen.

He never missed this sort of chance to impress his master with his passion for accuracy.
"Sixty-three, then.

I'd better have given you the money to blow in on your fliers on wheat and pork." At this Vagen looked much depressed.

It was his first intimation that his chief knew about his private life.

"I hope, sir, nobody has been poisoning your mind against me," said he.