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Updated: September 13, 2025
Margaret, busy with a ledger and cheque-book, smiled absently, finished a long column, made an orderly entry, and wiped her pen. "Seven," said she, smiling. "Seven!" echoed Mrs. Potter, lazily. "My heaven seven children! How early Victorian!" "Isn't it?" said a third woman, a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Watts Watson, who was also idling and reading in the white-and-gray morning room.
"My dear fellow, that's talking I'll write the cheque while you wait; and I daresay we can start up the cheap edition of 'The Vital Thing' at the same time, if you'll pledge yourself to give us the book by November. How much?" he asked, poised above his cheque-book. In the street, the Professor stood staring about him, uncertain and a little dazed.
"It's not that, but " He stammered, and stopped short. Lars Larssen allowed a moment of silence to give weight to his coming words. He drew out a cheque-book from his breast-pocket and very deliberately said: "Make yourself out a cheque for a usual month's wages, and bring it to me to sign. That will be in lieu of notice."
Charteris looked up with a puckered brow. "Rudolph," said she, "haven't you an account at the Occidental Bank?" "Hardly an account, dear lady, merely a deposit large enough to entitle me to receive monthly notices that I have overdrawn it." "Why, then, of course, you have a cheque-book. Horrible things, aren't they? such a nuisance remembering to fill out those little stubs.
I had used the cheque-book to give a little money in charity and to pay some bills, but the pile of financial pamphlets lay on the shelf of my desk still unread. I had not had time to devote myself to them, or rather the time had slipped away before I realized it. There was some ground after all for my father's reproof.
'You have not generally found it so? Well, you have this time, and let it be a lesson to you; not that there is much comfort in that, for it is not likely you will ever have such another chance" exactly the idea that had occurred to Benson. Bring me a pen, somebody, and my cheque-book." The royal cheque-book, bound in red morocco, was brought in by eight pages, with ink and a pen.
Ten, twenty, fifty a hundred; but you never hear of ninety, never! unless it's to pay a debt; and I have all the bills, or your aunt has them." "Well, papa, if it excites you, I will do without it. It is for a charity, chiefly." Mr. Pole fumbled in his pocket, muttering, "No money here cheque-book in town. I'll give it you," he said aloud, "to-morrow morning morrow morning, early."
"My good fellow, I may be careless, but I'm not so damned careless as that." Mordaunt pulled out a bunch of keys with the words. "Let me have a look at my cheque-book. You know where it is." Yes, Bertrand knew. He was as cognizant of the whereabouts of Mordaunt's possessions as if they had been his own, and he had as free an access to them. Such was the confidence reposed in him.
I tell you, I intend this to be a nice little annuity to me, Major: for I have every one of you; and I ain't such a fool as to let you go. I should say that you might make it five hundred a year to me among you, easy. Pay me down the first quarter now and I'm as mum as a mouse. Just give a note for one twenty-five. There's your cheque-book on your desk."
"Do you wish to see whether you can afford it, sir?" "I wish to see you show more sense with your confounded 'afford. Have you any idea of bankers' books? bankers' accounts?" Mr. Pole fished his cheque-book from a drawer and wrote Wilfrid's name and the sum, tore out the leaf and tossed it to him. "There, I've written to-day. Don't present it for a week."
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