Of course you need not trouble about the bill.

We will stand the loss." And, tearing the paper across, he flung the halves into the waste-paper basket and bowed.
Poor Brown's face was still a picture of distraction.

"But I don't even begin to understand," he cried.

"What bill?
what blunder?
what loss ?" Mr P.G.Northover advanced in the centre of the room, thoughtfully, and with a great deal of unconscious dignity.

On closer consideration, there were apparent about him other things beside a screwed moustache, especially a lean, sallow face, hawk-like, and not without a careworn intelligence.