“Who told you so much?”
“Nay, ask Mr Rookwood, and see what he saith.”
“I’ll go this minute,” said Temperance, rising, “I wis not what bee thou hast in thy bonnet, but I don’t believe thee, lad.”
“Maybe you will when you come back,” was the calm response.
Away flashed Temperance, and demanded an interview with Mr Thomas Rookwood, if he were at home. Mr Thomas was at home, and did not express the surprise he felt at the demand. But when the subject of Aubrey’s debt was introduced, Mr Thomas’s eyebrows went up.
“Mr Louvaine owes me nothing, I do ensure you.”
“I heard you had lent him twenty pounds?”
“I did; but it was repaid a month ago.”
“By Aubrey?”
“So I suppose. I understood so much,” was the answer, in a slightly puzzled tone.