‘Harcourt has two hundred of mine, and Robertson about three hundred.’
‘That’s another five hundred. Well, and the rest?’
‘I think that’s the lot,’ he said.
‘There are people who owe you money,’ she said. ‘Come, now, Lucian, you know there are.’
Lucian began to wriggle and to study the pattern of the hearthrug.
‘Oh! ah! well!’ he said, ‘I—I dare say I have lent other men a little now and then.’
‘Better say given,’ she interrupted. ‘I was only wondering if there was any considerable sum that you could get in.’
‘No, really,’ he answered.
‘Very well; then you’ve got fifteen hundred towards your nine thousand. That’s all, eh?’ she asked.
‘All that I know of,’ he said.