You're a
bachelor
drawing a
gigantic income, and there's a man in a hole.
Kipling - Poems
I say fifty.
Mackesy. I go twenty better.
Doone. Bloated Croesus of the Bar! I say fifty. Jervoise, what do you
say? Hi! Wake up!
Jervoise. Eh? What's that? What's that?
Curtiss. We want a hundred rupees from you.
You're a
bachelor
drawing a
gigantic income, and there's a man in a hole.
Jervoise. What man? Any one dead?
Blayne. No, but he'll die if you don't--give the hundred. Here! Here's
a peg-voucher. You can see what we've signed for, and Anthony's man will
come round tomorrow to collect it. So there will be no trouble.
Jervoise. (Signing.) One hundred, E. M. J. There you are (feebly).
