“I’m going away.”
“Going away? Where?”
“Back to the city first. I have an urgent summons from my friends there.”
“How soon do you go?”
“That depends upon you.”
“Upon me? I don’t understand!” said Philip, puzzled.
“You ought to. As soon as you have paid me what you owe me. I need it to enable me to settle up at the hotel.”
Philip turned pale. It was just what he had worried over many a time—this terrible debt, which he felt utterly unable to liquidate.
“How much is it?” he asked, nervously.
“How much? Really, I haven’t reckoned it up yet; but I will,” said Congreve, carelessly.