‘I must get that money for Longestaffe,’ said Melmotte to his friend.
’What, eighty thousand pounds! You can’t do it this week,—nor yet before this day week.’
’It isn’t eighty thousand pounds. I’ve renewed the mortgage, and that makes it only fifty. If I can manage the half of that which goes to the son, I can put the father off.’
‘You must raise what you can on the whole property.’
‘I’ve done that already,’ said Melmotte hoarsely.
‘And where’s the money gone?’
’Brehgert has had L40,000. I was obliged to keep it up with them. You can manage L25,000 for me by Monday?’ Mr Cohenlupe said that he would try, but intimated...