“You know that there was a good balance at the bank.”
“Yes, excellent.”
“All gone.”
“The devil!”
“Yes; and he came to me three days ago about raising some more before the rents came in.”
“And you refused him, of course?”
“Refused, of course! Lawrence, you’re mad.”
“Not I, my dear sir. What do you mean?”
“If he came to you to doctor him after some long course of dissipation, would you refuse to prescribe, and drive him to some quack?”
“Why, of course not.”