Dine with
me to-morrow, in Pall Mall!'
'I will' said Jonas.
'Done!' cried Montague. 'Wait a bit. Take these papers with you and look
'em over. See,' he said, snatching some printed forms from the table. 'B
is a little tradesman, clerk, parson, artist, author, any common thing
you like.'
'Yes,' said Jonas, looking greedily over his shoulder. 'Well!'
'B wants a loan. Say fifty or a hundred pound; perhaps more; no matter.
B proposes self and two securities. B is accepted. Two securities give
a bond. B assures his own life for double the amount, and brings two
friends' lives also--just to patronize the office. Ha ha, ha! Is that a
good notion?'
'Ecod, that's a capital notion!' cried Jonas. 'But does he really do
it?'
'Do it!' repeated the chairman. 'B's hard up, my good fellow, and will
do anything. Don't you see? It's my idea.'
'It does you honour. I'm blest if it don't,' said Jonas.
'I think it does,' replied the chairman, 'and I'm proud to hear you say
so. B pays the highest lawful interest--'
'That an't much,' interrupted Jonas.
'Right! quite right!' retorted Tigg.
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