"And then I thought I wouldn't bother you. It never occurred to me that I was getting a tradesman into trouble. I hope you won't be hard on him, sir."
"I shall not be hard on him," said Warde, "because"—for a moment his eyes flashed—"because he came to me and confessed his fault; but I won't deny that I gave him a very uncomfortable quarter of an hour. He sat in your chair."
Beaumont-Greene shuffled uneasily.
"Have you this thirty pounds in your pocket?" asked Warde, casually.
Beaumont-Greene began to regret his haste in settling.
"No, sir."
"Some of it?"
"None of it."
"You sent it to London? To buy these handsome presents?"