"The Grand Difficulty of humanity from the cradle to the grave--Money." He slowly winked his green eye; sighed with deep feeling; and buried his insolvent hands in his unproductive pockets.
"What is the money wanted for ?" inquired Magdalen.
"To pay my bills," replied the captain, with a touching simplicity.
"Pray understand! I never was--and never shall be--personally desirous of paying a single farthing to any human creature on the habitable globe.

I am speaking in your interest, not in mine." "My interest ?" "Certainly.

You can't get safely away from York to-morrow without the chaise.

And I can't get the chaise without money.

The landlady's brother will lend it if he sees his sister's bill receipted, and if he gets his day's hire beforehand--not otherwise.