"Well, George; speak out. You and I need have no secrets."
"Secrets, no; I've no secret. My uncle has a way of saying too much himself about what he does for one."
"Sends in the bill too often—eh, George?"
"If it is to be a bill, let him say so. I for one shall not blame him. There is no reason he should give me anything. But situated as I have been at Oxford, it would have been almost absurd in me to refuse his allowance—"
"Quite absurd."
"When he knew I was coming out to you, he made Pritchett—you know Pritchett?"
"And his handwriting—very well indeed."
"He made Pritchett put three hundred pounds to my credit; that was over and above my allowance. Well, I did almost make up my mind to return that; as it is, I have not touched it, and I think I shall repay it."
"For heaven's sake do no such thing. It would be an offence which he would never forgive." Sir Lionel did say so much with something of parental energy in his tone and manner.
"Yes, sir; but to be told of it!"