Chapter Twenty Four.
A Trespasser.
“Nellie,” said Hubert Dorrien to his sister, as he was hurrying through an early breakfast on the morning of his departure for Oxford, “do you ever hear from Roland?”
“No—why?” said the girl, with a startled glance around.
“Because—well, do you know anything about the state of his affairs? I mean, had he any interest in this Tynnestop Bank? I’ve a sort of hazy idea he had, don’t you see?”
Nellie turned very pale.
“Is—is there anything wrong with it?”
“By jingo!” replied Hubert with a whistle and stare of surprise. “Ra-ther! Why, it went up the gum—bang—smash. Heaps of fellows ruined—one that I know. But that was more than a month ago. Surely you had heard.”