"Pooh!" ejaculated the money-lender, dropping the servile now that his client began to implore. "Something on the Heath, or the Derby, or Oaks. I never knew one of your family yet with _nous_ enough to do anything but lose. Now, look here, my lord: are you prepared to pay me four thousand three hun--" "No; not a penny!" exclaimed his lordship, earnestly; "but, look here, Braham," he cried, catching his visitor by the button; "I've got something in hand--I have indeed: not betting. Something safe and paying; but you must give me time, and let me have a few hundreds to carry on with." "Bah!" exclaimed the Jew fiercely, "I'm not going to be shilly-shallied with any more. Now, look here, my lord; I've given you time, and I've been patient. You've had documents served upon you; but even to the last I wouldn't be hard. I said to myself, I'll give him every chance; and I've done it; but you only turn round upon me like all the rest, friend as I've been to you. And now it has come to this--I've asked you to pay me, and you won't." "I can't, I tell you--'pon my word I can't," exclaimed his lordship, following his visitor to the door, and pressing it back, as the other tried to get it open. "Very well. Then I must have my pound of flesh!" said the Jew, with a bitter grin. "Only, you see, my lord, we are wiser than our old ancestor, Shylock: we do not bargain for exact weight, and, to avoid the punishment awarded to the shedder of blood, we take the whole body. Your lordship weighs twelve stone, I should think?" "Fourteen stone," said the Viscount, complacently. "Plenty of weight, and to spare, then," said the Jew, laughing. "But you don't mean what you say, Braham?" said his lordship, anxiously. "I never joke on money matters, my lord; I've a couple of sheriff's officers and a cab across the road, my lord. If you will take the trouble to walk across to the window you can see them." Lord Maudlaine took a step across towards the window; but he was back in an instant. "But I say, Braham," he exclaimed, "this is getting serious--it is, indeed--and you mustn't, you know; 'pon my word, you mustn't. Think of the scandal and the expense; and you won't do yourself any good, besides ruining me." "What do you mean by ruining you?" said the Jew, for the young nobleman's earnestness was such as no dread of a spunging-house, pure and simple, would have evoked--"what's in the wind?--what do you mean?" "Well, I tell you, don't I? I've got something in hand--something good, you know." "What is it?" There was a few minutes' silence as, driven to bay by his necessities, the scion of the not very noble house stood frowning and biting his lips. "Just as you like," said the Jew, coolly. "I don't want you to tell me." And he again tried to leave, but his lordship stayed him. "Now, look here," said the Jew again. "I've always been a friend to you, Lord Maudlaine, and I'll give you one more chance. What did you go to Italy for?"