‘Do you remember that I told you I was going with my show to Castle Barfield?
‘No,’ said Paul.
‘Do you remember writing your father’s address in my pocket-book, and telling me that he would do my printing for nothing if I told him I was a friend of yours?’
‘No,’ said Paul again. ‘I didn’t know I was so bad as that.’
‘Do you remember a long screed you gave me about manly purity?’
‘No,’ said Paul once more. His voice would barely obey him.
‘You went off in tow with that young woman. Do you remember that?’
‘I know I did. I don’t remember it.’
‘She cleared you out, I suppose?’ ‘Yes.’
‘And you were ashamed to go home? You hadn’t money to pay your landlady?