Chips stared at him with round eyes.
“But what on earth did you borrow it for?”
“That’s my business,” said Jan, in the same tone as before, though Chips had changed his.
“I don’t know how you knew I had all this money. It isn’t usual late in the term like this, when all the subs. have been banked long ago.”
Jan showed no disposition to explain the deed.
“This is my business, you know,” persisted Chips.
“Oh! is it? Then I don’t mind telling you I heard you filling your precious coffers after dinner.”
It was Chips’s own term for the money-box in which as captain of the house he placed the various house subscriptions as he received them. He looked distressed.
“I was afraid you must have heard me.”
“Then why did you ask?”