Sam felt conscience-stricken. The enormity of his act flashed upon him. Still, he wanted to extenuate his conduct.
"It's true, Henry," he admitted, "and I ought to be ashamed of myself. But I didn't get any money, after all, and I returned the book to you."
"I know that; but it was only because they wouldn't let you have anything on it."
"Don't think too hard of me, Henry," said Sam.
"I can't help thinking hard of you. You wanted to rob me."
"I only wanted to borrow the money."
"Without my leave."
"I meant to return it to you as soon as I could. The fact is, Henry, I was awful hard up."
"That's your own fault. As for returning the money, I hope you don't think me quite such a fool as to believe that."
Sam was really disturbed. He saw that Henry was perfectly justified in being angry, and that his representation was the correct one.