Again Guy repeated his thanks. But on this point he was adamant; nothing would move him. He took the letter of introduction to Mr Jackson. This gentleman was affability itself. Mrs Hargrave's introduction was quite sufficient. Guy was too much a gentleman to put searching questions as to Jackson's private knowledge of the Hargraves, husband and wife. On his side, Mr Jackson had the private _dossier_ of every eligible young man, from the moneylender's point of view, entered in his reference book. He knew all about the Earl of Saxham, and the Lady Henrietta. Young Mr Rossett was quite a desirable client. He was pleased to add him to his list. As a matter of fact, the loan was quite a small one, and was granted on reasonable terms. There was no speculative element in the transaction. Guy was a young man who might make a mistake now and again, but he would never kick over the traces for long, and he was as straight as a die. On this particular morning, Mr Jackson received him with the greatest affability. "Delighted to see you, Mr Rossett. Too early for a drink, I am afraid, but have a cigar." He pushed across a box of cigars that even a Spanish Jew could not have bought under half a crown apiece. "Now, what is it, Mr Rossett? Just a little more ready, I suppose?" Guy bit off the end of the very excellent cigar with a composed air. He had not the appearance of a suppliant for financial favours. "Not quite as bad as that, Mr Jackson. But I have a bill for six hundred due next month. It would be a great convenience to me if you would renew half when it falls due, of course on the usual terms." For a moment, Mr Jackson's face fell. He had hoped he was going to get deeper into the young man's ribs, looking forward to that blessed day when Lady Henrietta's fortune would wipe off all arrears. Then, the next moment, he cheered up. Guy was not going to be a very big customer, but he was a safe one. A young man who could pay off half of his indebtedness was to be trusted. Not much waiting, just quick profits. It took them a few moments to discuss the details of the extension of the loan. When these had been settled, Mr Jackson consulted his watch. "I think, Mr Rossett, we might venture upon a small bottle now, what do you think?" Guy really did not want anything to drink at this comparatively early hour of the morning. But, in view of further favours, it would not be politic to check his host's hospitable impulses. The moneylender produced a very excellent small bottle of _veuve cliquot_. The two men sat chatting for some time. Suddenly, the telephone bell rang. What was whispered down it seemed to agitate Mr Jackson a little. Rossett could, of course, only catch his disjointed replies. "Actually left the house, you say, on the way. Ought always to give me notice. Might be too busy. Well, it can't be helped. Good-bye."