I hung my head. This was a facer. And there was something in my invalid which thrust the unspoken lie down my throat.
“No, sir, I have not,” I told him plainly.
“He, he, he!” the old wretch tittered; “and you do well to own it; you do well, sir, very well indeed. If you hadn’t owned up, out you would have gone, out neck-and-crop! You’ve saved your bacon. You may do more. So you are a public-school boy, and a very good school yours is, but you weren’t at either University. Is that correct?”
“Absolutely.”
“What did you do when you left school?”
“I came in for money.”
“And then?”
“I spent my money.”
“And since then?”
I stood like a mule.