"Good God, have you any notion at all of the sort of creature you are?" asked Ashley.
Jack giggled uncomfortably. "We're none of us perfect," he said. "I don't see that I'm worse than other people." He paused, and added again, "I thought you'd be obliged to me, Mr. Mead."
Ashley had fallen to thinking; now he asked one question.
"Does Miss Pinsent know you came here before?"
"Daisy gave away the whole thing," murmured Jack forlornly. "All about my being here and what you did; and Hazlewood saw me here, you know." He paused again, and resumed, "It's all pretty rough on me; I don't want to be troublesome, but they ought to do something for me."
"And they wouldn't, so you came to me?"
Jack wriggled about and finished his glass.
"Well, I won't, either," said Ashley.
"I've only got thirty shillings. There's a cousin of mine in Newcastle who might do something for me if I had a bit of money, but—"
"What have you done with the thousand?"