"What man?" returned Charley.
"The Tiger."
"No, I have not seen him. I learnt at Oxford that I had been mistaken in thinking he was looking after me——"
"He was not looking after you," interrupted Frank.
"My creditors there all assured me—— Oh, Frank, how could I forget?" broke off Charley. "What an ungrateful fellow I am! Though, indeed, not really ungrateful, but it had temporarily slipped my memory. How good it was of you to settle those two bills for me! I would not write to thank you: I preferred to wait until we met. How did you raise the money?"
Frank, who had finished his dinner, had nothing to do but to stare at Charles. And he did stare, "I don't know what you are talking about, Charley. What bills have I settled for you?"
"The two wretched bills I had accepted and went about in fear of. You know. Was it not you who paid them?"
"Are they paid?"
"Yes. All paid and done with. It must have been you, Frank. There's no one else that it could have been."
"My good lad, I assure you I know nothing whatever about it. Where should I get a hundred pounds from? What could induce you to think it was I?"