“Yes; and I wouldn’t, because I thought you wouldn’t like it, and that it wouldn’t be right. But you don’t know how hard it was to do. Mr Morris said, though, that I was quite right, and he told me so twice after we came away.”
“But why was it hard?” asked Glyn.
“Because Mr Barclay said it would be nothing to me, and it meant so much to him. But it worried me very much, because it seemed as if I, who am so rich, would not help one who was so poor.”
“I don’t care,” cried Glyn angrily. “You did quite right, and this Mr Barclay can’t be a gentleman. If he were, he would not have pressed you so hard. It isn’t as if it were a book. If that were lost, you could buy another one.”
“But he said that he’d take the greatest care of it, and never let it go out of his hands till he had brought it back and delivered it to me.”
“I don’t care,” cried Glyn. “He oughtn’t to have asked you, for that belt belonged to your father, and now it belongs to you, and some day it will have to go to your successors.”
“Then you think I have done quite right, Glynny?”
“Well, not quite; if you had you would have told me that you were going to take it there for the Professor to see.”
“Oh, don’t begin again about that,” replied Singh piteously. “I told you I didn’t mention it because I thought you would find fault.”
“Yes, you did,” said Glyn rather importantly, “and that shows that you felt you were not doing right. There, I am not going to say any more about it. I am only your companion. It isn’t as if I were your guardian and had authority over you; but I am very glad that Mr Morris thought you did quite right in not leaving the belt. I wish you hadn’t got it, and the old thing was safe back with all the rest of your treasures. You’d no business to want to bring it. A schoolboy doesn’t want such things as that.”