I'm
wanting money myself--as badly as you are!"
"I know that, Mr. Lauriston," assented Mrs. Flitwick, "and I wouldn't
bother you if I wasn't right pressed, myself. But there's the landlord at
me--he wants money tonight. And--you'll excuse me for mentioning it--but,
till you get your cheques, Mr. Lauriston, why don't you raise a bit of
ready money?"
Lauriston looked round at his landlady with an air of surprised enquiry.
"And how would I do that?" he asked.
"You've a right good gold watch, Mr. Lauriston," she answered. "Any
pawnbroker--and there's plenty of 'em, I'm sure!--'ud lend you a few
pounds on that. Perhaps you've never had occasion to go to a pawnbroker
before? No?--well, and I hadn't once upon a time, but I've had to, whether
or no, since I came to letting lodgings, and if I'd as good a watch as
yours is, I wouldn't go without money in my pocket! If you've money coming
in, you can always get your goods back--and I should be thankful for
something, Mr. Lauriston, if it was but a couple o' pounds. My landlord's
that hard--"
Lauriston turned and picked up his hat.
"All right, Mrs.
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