The Law unbent even further over his tea. He was a Macfarlane himself, he confessed, from Crianlarich, and Luss was a bonny wee spot, but promotion was slow. He brooded on this for a little. Then he said, "You had the bad luck yoursel's recently, with the five-pound notes."
So that's it, thought Lilias. Fanny, who, the more innocent she was the guiltier she looked, went a deep pink, and had difficulty in swallowing the bit of bun she had in her mouth. That cat in the post-office, thought Pips.
From THE CREW OF THE BELINDA, Chapter 13, Enter the Law.