"Mine? Deposited 20,000 pounds in my name?" I gasped.
"Just so."
"I understood you to say, because you thought me to be a gentleman, that you weren't going to do anything like this? Have I done something to change your opinion?"
"Of course not. And I never said that I should not do it. You may or may not use it, that is as you please. But so far as I am concerned, it will stay there and accumulate interest till the crack of doom. It isn't mine any more. If I were not almost your brother, I dare say you might justly take offense at the action. As it is," complacently, "you will not only accept the gift, but thank me for it."
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Exactly twenty-five."
"I thought that you could not be older than that. Aren't you afraid to be so far away from home?"
Pembroke lay back and laughed. "You haven't thanked me yet."
"I must get a new tailor," said I. "What! shall I pay a tailor to make a well-dressed man out of me, and then become an object of charity? Do I look, then, like a man who is desperately in need of money?"
"No, you don't look it. That's because you are clever. But what is your salary to a man of your brains?"