He paused, staring at Lovell. From the bottom of a big heart he was praying that Lovell would not lie.
"Beaumont-Greene certainly gave me to understand that the affair was pressing. Having the money, I hadn't the heart to refuse."
"But you pressed for repayment?" said Warde, sharply.
"That is true, sir. I'm on an allowance; and I shall have many expenses this holidays."
"You, Scaife, asked for your money?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, between you, you have driven this unhappy wretch into crime."
"Crime, sir?"
At last their self-possession abandoned them. Crime is a word which looms large in the imaginations of youth. What had Beaumont-Greene done?
"What crime, sir?"