"You will get your cheque all right," he continued. "It will reach you on Sunday morning, so there's no need to hang on here for it."
"May I inquire—what cheque?"
"The money young Gresley owes you."
Cullyngham whistled softly.
"So it's to that young fool that I owe the honour of this visit," he said. "Look here, old chap—"
Pip broke in.
"Thanks, I can do without that. Let us have no rotten pretence on the subject. To be quite frank, I was rather surprised to find you in this house at all—so was Raven Innes. However, we decided not to make any remark—"
"That was decent of you!"
Pip continued, meditatively—
"Chell had probably asked you here on your cricket reputation. However, as I find you can't refrain from behaving like the cad you are, even when asked down to a house like this, I have decided to take things in hand myself. You will make an excuse to the Chells in the morning, and go straight away back—"