"You can hardly tell, my dear fellow," said he, "the state of nervous
anxiety in which this puts me."
"Why don't you ask her and have done with it? She seems to me to be
fond of your society."
"Ah, it is not that only; there are wheels within wheels:" and then
he walked once or twice up and down the room, during which Mark
thought that he might as well go to bed.
"Not that I mind telling you everything," said Sowerby. "I am
infernally hard up for a little ready money just at the present
moment. It may be, and indeed I think it will be, the case that I
shall be ruined in this matter for the want of it."
"Could not Harold Smith give it you?"
"Ha, ha, ha! you don't know Harold Smith. Did you ever hear of his
lending a man a shilling in his life."
"Or Supplehouse?"
"Lord love you! You see me and Supplehouse together here, and he
comes and stays at my house, and all that; but Supplehouse and I are
no friends. 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.
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