"Yes. Such is the understanding if I do not telephone my pals to hold off. He's not at home; he's with my friends. They don't care very much about old men, and if I have not a decent show of money by half-past eleven this morning the orders are to knock him on the head. It won't take a very hard knock. He was far from being in prime condition this morning."
She had shown great feeling at the beginning of this address, but at its close she drew herself up again and met him with something of her old composure.
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