He picked up his hat, and rushing out, ran recklessly off to his club.
He was “something in soap” no more.
He was beggared, but he was free, unless indeed Mr Glorie should put him in gaol.
Chapter Fourteen.
The King may come in the Cadger’s Way.
Mr Glorie did not put his runaway apprentice in gaol. He simply advertised for another—with a premium.
Poor Archie! His condition in life was certainly not to be envied now. He had but very few pounds between him and actual want.
He was rich in one thing alone—pride. He would sooner starve than write home for a penny. No, he could die in a gutter, but he could not bear to think they should know of it at Burley Old Farm.