“I am in a hurry,” he said.
“What hurry can you be in? Come and sit down here. I MUST speak to you.”
Jasper did not like his tone, but it impressed him, and he did not dare to refuse.
He seated himself beside Philip, but looked at him askance. Carton was undeniably shabby. He had the look of a man who was going down hill and that rapidly.
“I shall be late for dinner,” grumbled Jasper.
“I wish I had any dinner to look forward to,” said Carton. “Do you see this money?” and he produced a nickel from his pocket.
“What is there remarkable about it?”
“It is the last money I have. It won’t buy me a dinner.”
“I am sorry, but it is none of my business,” said Jasper coolly. “You are old enough to attend to your own affairs.”
“And I once thought you were my friend,” murmured Philip bitterly.