"Rexworth, I hope that you won't be angry, but could you—that is, I mean, will you——"
"Out with it, old fellow," laughed Ralph. "Will I what?"
"Lend me some money. I am without any, and I want some——"
"I can lend you ten shillings, if that is any good," answered Ralph readily. And Charlton beamed.
"Will you? Oh, I am obliged! I will pay you back soon. I shall have a little money in a few weeks."
"That is all right. Here you are," and Ralph handed him the money, and turned back to his task again.
"'That is all right. Here you are,' and Ralph handed him
the money." p. 110.
But now he could not work. He wondered what Charlton wanted the money for, and where he was going to get any more to pay him again. Somehow the sums seemed to get muddled; and he jumped up at last, with an exclamation of annoyance—
"Bother it! It won't come right! I quite forget how Mr. Delermain said I was to do it. I will run and ask him again; he won't mind my bothering him."