What are you a going to give me for saying, yes.

That's business, mister.

Come, how much ?" The poet saw there was no other way but talking business.

This embarrassed him still more for he was the last man qualified to act in such a capacity.
"I'll see what I can do," said he nervously, "but you mustn't forget that Lavinia will have to be quite two years at school, and there is her music master----" "Oh I dare say," rejoined the lady scoffingly, "and the mantle maker, and the milliner, and the glover, and the hairdresser.

That's your affair, not mine.