"Pinkle, Pinkle!" screamed the old man through his coughing; and again Pinkle came. "Well, Pinkle, was anything of the kind done, or is my memory deceiving me?" Mr. Tombe was, no doubt, lying shamefully, for, of course, he remembered all about it; and, indeed, George Vavasor had learned already quite enough for his own purposes.
"I was going to look," said Pinkle; and Pinkle again went away.
"I'm sorry to give your clerk so much trouble," said Vavasor, in an angry voice; "and I think it must be unnecessary. Surely you know whether Mr. Grey has commissioned you to pay money for me?"

"Pinkle, Pinkle!" screamed the old man through his coughing; and again Pinkle came in. "Well, Pinkle, was anything of the kind done, or is my memory deceiving me?"
"I was going to look," said Pinkle; and he went away again.
"I'm sorry to give your clerk so much trouble," said Vavasor angrily; "and I think it must be unnecessary. Surely you know whether Mr. Grey has commissioned you to pay money for me?"
