But he soon found it was not all to be his.
"You'll stand treat for to-night's expenses, of course," said Jack, counting fifteen shillings into his hand.
Tom counted, too, and looked a little surprised when his friend put the rest of the money back into his pocket. "I thought you said I was to have a pound off my account?" he ventured to say.
"And haven't you got it?" demanded Jack, with a frown.
"No, there's only fifteen shillings here," replied Tom.
"And didn't you agree to stand treat for to-night?" demanded the other. "I've done it a good many times for you," he added.
"But—but—you only paid two shillings to come in," said Tom.
"And what about the drinks we have had?" asked Jack, who had been drinking gin-and-water pretty freely all the evening.
"I only had a bottle of ginger-beer," replied Tom.
"Well? And I told you I didn't like ginger-beer, and didn't you say I was to have what I liked? I tell you, Tom, you don't know how to behave like a gentleman," concluded Jack in a tone of contempt.