“How long have you been ruined?”
“I don’t know; a long while.”
“And you are spending Mr. Pix’s money?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Do the Abbey lands pay the taxes and other expenses?—and the expenses of the shooting season?”
“They pay next to nothing. The farms are too small. It’s all woods and moor.”
“Then Mr. Pix is running the Abbey?”
“Yes he is—and he knows it.”
“And you have no sense of responsibility to the man who has given you the position you were ready to grovel for?”
“He’s a beastly cad.”