"Well, if you're not a pair!" he said. "So it was mines for the last outfit? How'd it go?"
"About as slow as it could," said Tom.
"So you've not come back millionaires?" said Mr. George, a little bit disappointed.
"Come to ask for a fiver," said Tom.
"You outcast!" said Mr. George. "You had me, completely. But look here, lads, I'll stand y' a fiver apiece if y'll stop around Perth like that all morning, an' nobody spots ye."
"Easy!" said Tom.
"A bigger pair o' blackguards I've seldom set eyes on.—But you have dinner with me at the club tonight, I'll hear all about y' then. Six-thirty sharp. An' then I'll take ye to the Government House. Y' can wear that evening suit in the closet at my house, Jack, that you've left there all this time. See you six-thirty then."
III
Dismissed, they bundled into the street.
"Outcasts on the face value of us!" said Jack.