I hope you're
going to make up this trifle of money we're out of so long."
"It's about that I've called. I don't know what you call long, Tozer;
but the last bill was only dated in February."
"It's overdue; ain't it?"
"Oh, yes; it's overdue. There's no doubt about that."
"Well; when a bit of paper is come round, the next thing is to take
it up. Them's my ideas. And to tell you the truth, Mr. Sowerby, we
don't think as 'ow you've been treating us just on the square lately.
In that matter of Lord Lufton's you was down on us uncommon."
"You know I couldn't help myself."
"Well; and we can't help ourselves now. That's where it is, Mr.
Sowerby. Lord love you; we know what's what, we do. And so, the fact
is we're uncommon low as to the ready just at present, and we must
have them few hundred pounds. We must have them at once, or we must
sell up that clerical gent. I'm dashed if it ain't as hard to get
money from a parson as it is to take a bone from a dog. 'E's 'ad 'is
account, no doubt, and why don't 'e pay?" Mr. Sowerby had called
with the intention of explaining that he was about to proceed to
Barchester on the following day with the express view of "making
arrangements" about this bill; and had he seen John Tozer, John would
have been compelled to accord to him some little extension of time.
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