“I’m sure I’ve done my duty by you, Mr Elbraham,” said the young man hotly. “If you want to quarrel and get rid of me, say so.”
I don’t want to quarrel, and I don’t mean to quarrel, Mr Rarthur Litton. I made a bargain with you, and I mean to keep you to it. You boasted to me of your high connections and your entrée into good society, and undertook to introduce me into some of the best families, so that I might take the position that my wealth enables me to hold. Now, then, please, have I paid up like a man?
“Yes; you have,” was the sulky response.
“And you’ve taken jolly good care to draw more than was your due. Now, what have you done?”
“Well, I taught you to dress like something different to a cad.”
“Humph! You did knock off my studs and rings and things.”
“And I’ve dined with you till I’ve got you to be fit to eat your meals in a Christianlike manner.”
“Look here, Mr Rarthur, sir,” said Elbraham hotly, “is that meant as a sneer?”
“No; of course not.”
“Oh!”