“You shall do precisely as you like, Frank,” was the quiet reply.
“Very good, then—I will. Now, look here, Dick; you have now, I suppose, a clear income of twelve thousand a year?”
“Yes, somewhere about that.”
“And you want to fool it all away?”
“Not I.”
“Well, there was a specimen. You gave that fellow a shilling for brushing your coat that was not dirty.”
“Poor devil, yes! He tried to earn it honestly, and we don’t get such luxuries at sea.”
“As honestly as Van earned forty sovs. of you after we left Tatt’s yesterday.”
“Don’t understand you, Franky,” said Trevor, with a twinkle of the eye, as he allowed himself to be caught by a shoeblack, and placed a slightly soiled boot upon his stand.
“Tut!” ejaculated Pratt. “There you go again. What a fellow you are, Dick! What I meant was that horse of his. You gave him a cheque for a hundred for it.”