“Certainly, certainly. Anything more?”

“Oh, my friend!” said poor Mr. Tupman, again grasping the hand of his companion, “receive my warmest thanks for your disinterested kindness; and forgive me if I have ever, even in thought, done you the injustice of supposing that you could stand in my way. My dear friend, can I ever repay you?”

“Don’t talk of it,” replied Mr. Jingle. He stopped short, as if suddenly recollecting something, and said⁠—“By the by⁠—can’t spare ten pounds, can you?⁠—very particular purpose⁠—pay you in three days.”

“I dare say I can,” replied Mr. Tupman, in the fullness of his heart. “Three days, you say?”