‘It doesn’t matter one straw, my lord,’ said the American.  ’Let it be sent to me to Frisco, in a bill, my lord.’  And so he got up to take his hat, greatly to the delight of Miles Grendall.

But the two young lords would not agree to this.  ’If you must go this very minute I’ll meet you at the train with the money,’ said Nidderdale.  Fisker begged that no such trouble should be taken.  Of course he would wait ten minutes if they wished.  But the affair was one of no consequence.  Wasn’t the post running every day?  Then Herr Vossner came from his bed, suddenly arrayed in a dressing-gown, and there was a conference in a corner between him, the two lords, and Mr Grendall...