Anthony Trollope,
The Man Who Kept His Money in a Box
“ I took the gold, slipped it with an indifferent air into my waistcoat pocket, and then refolded my arms across my breast.“Papa,” said Sophonisba, in a very audible whisper, “Mr. Robinson went for you to Como. Indeed, I believe he says he went to Milan.”“Do not let that be mentioned,” said I.“By all means pay him his expenses,” said Mrs. Greene; “I would not owe him anything for worlds.”“He should be paid,” said Sophonisba.“Oh, certainly,” said Mr. Greene. And he at once extracted another sovereign, and tendered it to me in the face of the assembled multitude. ”
