"To beg of them, that's why I go. They are not uncharitable—I will hold to it anywhere. And, I suppose, from a worldly point of view, it was a very good dinner. Now, let us walk back together, Alban. I want to talk to you very much."
"About what, sir?"
"Oh, about lots of things. Why don't you join the cricket club, Alban?"
"I haven't got the money, sir."
"But surely—five shillings, my dear boy—and only once a year."
"If you haven't got the five shillings, it doesn't make any difference how many times a year it is."
"Well, well, I think I must write to Sir James Hogg about you. He was telling me to-night—"
"If he sent me the money, I'd return it to him. I'm not a beggar, Mr. Dale."
"But are you not very proud, Alban?"
"Would you let anybody give you five shillings—for yourself, Mr. Dale?"