"Mine also. Tell me, or I'll tell Uncle Henry."
"Only a few hundreds," snarled Ferdy, reluctantly.
"A few hundreds!" Clarice sank into her seat and looked at Ferdy with consternation. "And how on earth have you spent so much, in addition to your own income?"
"Money will go," lamented Ferdy. "Whenever I break a pound, I never have any left within the hour."
"You'll bring disgrace on us some day," said Clarice, with a pained look. "Why didn't you come to me?"
"You're so high and mighty. You wouldn't have understood."
"I understand this much, that Dr. Jerce is the last man I should wish you to have money from."
"I thought you liked him."
"I did--I do, and I respect him. All the same, I wish you hadn't borrowed from him." Ferdinand rose and kicked the logs again in his petulant fashion. "I must have money somehow to enjoy myself."
"You have four pounds a week."