Joseph Conrad

“ Well, I've brought you here, where there is cash to be got--and a big lot, to a moral," he added through his set teeth.
Silence fell. Each of them was staring into a different corner of the room. Suddenly, with a slight stamp of his foot, Mr. Jones made for the door. Ricardo caught him up outside.
"Put an arm through mine, sir," he begged him gently but firmly. "No use giving the game away. An invalid may well come out for a breath of fresh air after the sun's gone down a bit. That's it, sir. But where do you want to go? Why did you come out, sir?"
Mr Jones stopped short. ”

“ And you have been uncommonly patient, sir."
"You are uncommonly volatile all of a sudden," Mr. Jones remarked in a bored voice. "What's come to you?"
The secretary hummed for a while, and then said:
"I'll try to get him over here for you tonight, after dinner. If I ain't here myself, don't you worry, sir. I shall be doing a bit of nosing around--see?"
"I see," sneered Mr. Jones languidly. "But what do you expect to see in the dark?"
Ricardo made no answer, and after another turn or two slipped out of the room. He no longer felt comfortable alone with the governor. ”

“ Haven't I heard you, sir, saying more than twenty times since we got fired out from Manila that we should want a lot of capital to work the East Coast with? You were always telling me that to prime properly all them officials and Portuguese scallywags we should have to lose heavily at first. Weren't you always worrying about some means of getting hold of a good lot of cash? ”