“What, dear?”
“It’s no good, Mummy,” said Frid. “Better tell her we’re bust.”
“I think so,” said Lord Charles. He bent his legs and brought his face close to his aunt’s.
“Aunt Kit,” he shouted, “I’m in difficulties.”
“Are you, dear?”
“I’ve no money.”
“What?”
“There’s a bum in the house,” yelled Patch.
“Be quiet, Patch,” said Henry. His father continued. “I’ve asked Gabriel to lend me two thousand. If he doesn’t I shall go bankrupt.”
“Charlie!”