Pangbutt’s lips curled into a deeper contempt:
“Yes,” said he—“you were always a good borrower, Eustace Lovegood.”
“I have not grown rich upon it.”
“So I see.”
Lovegood smiled grimly:
“Do I owe you anything?” he asked.
Pangbutt hesitated:
“N-no,” he said; “I am bound to confess—not for yourself.”
“Perhaps your confession involves by implication that there may be virtue even in borrowing—for those in need!”
“I cannot deny it.”