An hour later John Tremlett swaggered into Mr. Brief's office.
"Brief," said he, "I must have some money."
"Have you used up the hundred dollars I gave you four days since?"
"Every cent."
"I am afraid you squandered it."
"That is my business, Brief."
"You remember the warning I gave you at that time?"
"Come, Brief, you can't expect to keep me in leading-strings. I am seeing life, and of course I must pay for it."
"A pretty round sum, too."
"Oh, well, I am making up for lost time. Old Baldwin kept me so close that I had to live like a hermit for years. He starved me on eight hundred dollars a year—the stingy old file!"