Bertie pulled up short. "Have you?" he asked.
"I've got sevenpence."
"Then lend me half?"
"Lend me a penny? I'll pay you next week; honour bright, I will," said Ellis.
Griffin was more concise. "Lend me twopence?" he asked.
Wheeler looked unhappy. It appeared that he was the only capitalist among the four, and under the circumstances he did not feel exactly proud of the position. Although sevenpence might do very well for one, it would not be improved by quartering.
"Yes, I know, I daresay," he grumbled. "You're very fond of borrowing, but you're not so fond of paying back again." He trudged on stolidly.
Bailey caught him by the arm. "You don't mean that you're not going to lend me anything, after my asking for you to come out with me, and all?"
"I'll lend you twopence."
"Twopence! What's twopence?"