Look you here, Mark--I would do more for your little finger than for his whole hand, including the pen which he holds in it.

Fothergill indeed might--but then I know Fothergill is pressed himself at the present moment.

It is deuced hard, isn't it?
I must give up the whole game if I can't put my hand upon L400 within the next two days." "Ask her for it, herself." "What, the woman I wish to marry! No, Mark, I'm not quite come to that.

I would sooner lose her than that." Mark sat silent, gazing at the fire and wishing that he was in his own bedroom.

He had an idea that Mr.Sowerby wished him to produce this L400, and he knew also that he had not L400 in the world, and that if he had he would be acting very foolishly to give it to Mr.Sowerby.But nevertheless he felt half fascinated by the man, and half afraid of him.
"Lufton owes it to me to do more than this," continued Mr.Sowerby, "but then Lufton is not here." "Why, he has just paid five thousand pounds for you." "Paid five thousand pounds for me! Indeed he has done no such thing: not a sixpence of it came into my hands.